Right before he came to the rescue, Darius was standing in the temple. His eyes were blurry, and something made him stand a bit odd.
"This isn't the first time I'm doing this," His legs were not giving him the strength he was trying to keep his breath in order.
'Your body is giving out, like I told you your body isn't strong enough to handle the weight you are giving it.'
Azree was trying to warn him about what he was doing to his body, but it was not going to get him to stop straining himself like that knowing that there was something pushing him to do something better.
He was looking out the door, his body giving in to the fact that the strain was making him lose balance and there was nithing he could do about it.
