Though his voice didn't reach far and in a situation like this, screaming in pain was just a waste of energy.
Ignoring the bone inside his wrist being twisted in the wrong way, Harry began to strike the wooden lid again.
His twisted wrist, becoming worse with each strike.
*thunk* *thunk* *thunk* *crunch*
Harry held back the screamed as his right hand broke, the bone protruding out of his wrist as blood freely flowed from the wound.
Harry began to strike again, using the protruding bone as a tool. Adrenaline course through him as he struk the lid, with hit sending jolts of immense pain directly into his body.
He ignored it all as he could see that he was making more progress than before. The wood getting covered with his blood, blood splattering onto the wood and down onhis face with each swing.
Within moments Harry became weak, as the lack of oxygen and his bleeding hand weakened his greatly.
Then darkness again.
With each death, Harry learned, the pain was always so intense but he ignored it to the heat of his ability.
He needed to get out of this place, and he will do whatever it takes to get out.
Harry died countless times, and each time he awoke, over and over and over and over and over again.
After many loops he learned to make his hots counts, striking weaker spots on the wooden lid, doing more damage in a shorter amount of time.
He also learned to hold his breath for a long time, each time he could hold his breath for longer and longer.
His body learned how to use the little oxygen efficiently, breathing in a particular way that enhanced his performance. Each breath was now worth more and gave more than before as he learned more from each death.
He died many many times, but he didn't gave in and kept going.
He learned how to discern weaker spots on his target with his eyes alone.
402 deaths later, Harry was now ready. He was certain that now, he would be able to break free of this coffin.
And he swung, each swing tearing away pieces of the wood, every one of his attacks sling their best.
And with one final strike, the wooden lid of the coffin was finally broken, Harry was filled with joy as now he could esc-
The soil collapsed on top of him,crushing him to death.
Harry tried again, and the died again. He did it over and over, trying to survive the soil falling on top of him.
But he discovered that no matter how he did it, even if the soil didn't crush him, be was just buried too deep into the soil to dig himself out before he died.
Harry died another 195 times, now he layed there, trying to think of how he could escape his predicament.
His mind was trying to think of anything to do, until finally.
He remembered that he was a wizard. He thought for too long, like hours and the oxygen ran out and he died.
He awoke again.
"Couldn't I just."
Harry placed a hand on the coffin.
"Turn into sand."
Magic bellowed out from his as the spell travelled out, turning the entire planet into sand.
Harry desperately clawed himself out of the ground, and as he reached the top, he finally saw light after many times.
And a little further away he saw the being who was unconscious, sensing Harry's presence they awoke.
And the world was destroyed due to physics.
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TO BE CONTINUED