He could feel himself fading away into the blackness, threatening to engulf him, beckoning to him with a cold slippery hand that refused to release its grip. There was nothing to do; resistance was futile. Accepting his final fate, he could do nothing but to embrace it. He could hear the clashing of metal over the cries of the fallen ; he could feel the cold crawling steadily over his own body and he could most of all see the darkness…
Before he slipped away, he could just remember the face. Though ravaged by war and worn by time, he could just recall her face; a face that was untouched by time but was made more lovely by it.
He called out to her, with her brilliant smile but was resigned to fate as he saw her skin turned dry and shrivel up to nothingness, revealing a skull that spoke of a thousand emotions. It shouted to him, " You! You did all of this!", its mouth a empty hole in the gaping darkness, making a shriek with every word spoken.
With that, he saw no more.
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