After pulling the swords out of my stomach, I was left with an opened wound.
Blood rapidly flowed out from the opened wound, and there's no sign of Baldur's golden healing light around it. My eyes turned to the black blade on the wet dirt ground that is not shining anymore, and I can't help but realize the state I am currently in.
I am out... of energy.
'It's too late.'
I can't even heal myself anymore… I have lost every bit of mystical energy, stamina, and adrenaline. There is just nothing left to fuel me. Not even motivation to stay alive.
I have to at least… I need to get out of here--
JREBBBB!!!!!!!!!!
A bright energy arrow landed on my forehead, and my head was thrusted backwards. The arrow successfully reached my brain, turning everything inside my head into dysfunction.
'And so... this is the end of a tale.'