Ethan's whole body was so burned that he was shaking, like a waterweed swaying in a boiling swamp. The alkaline soil beneath his body had been soaked and became hot. There was a raging fire of anger in his chest that almost burned him to ashes.
The fire burned more and more fiercely, Ethan's blood was churning, and he felt dizzy and almost vomited.
At this time, in Ethan's burned-out brain, there was only one name left, still struggling and resisting in the flames.
He was his only protector in the wilderness, and the one who had promised not to hurt him.
"Marcus!" Ethan shouted tremblingly, "...Marcus!!"
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