MK fell over onto the ground. He went still as his vision swam. He felt so empty. He couldn't feel anything. He was cold. He was so cold inside and out. His heart slowed down further. He looked at the book. It needed to be destroyed. It had to be. He grabbed it and closed his eyes. He swallowed and pulled with all the strength he had left.

He tore the book binding. Just a little more.