Flurries of attacks are sent rushing towards me, and before I know it, I am hit; the man with the silver hair's long sword finds its way directly into my stomach.
The lustrous weapon rips through layers of fabric and then, soft delicate flesh; crimson liquid blossoms through mingling with the crystal clear water of Order's Sanctuary below.
He gives it a harsh twist creating an unpleasant squelch sound. Sephiroth pulls out the bloody Masamune, and looms over my barely breathing form.
Through blurry vision, his fleeting smirk is my final memory—I succumb to the unforgiving darkness at last.