He’s Just Half-Dead
More than half of the brave defenders of Hestia, the Asgardians, as well as the Underworld warriors that Kasogonaga had brought with him, died without leaving anything behind.
"Dra… umm… I live the rest… to you," Myrendor, the Ent King, and the strongest Pseudo-God of the Silvermoon Continent breathed his last as the embers of destruction burned his entire body.
"Myrendor!" Drauum roared in anger as he rushed to the Ent King who had sacrificed his life to protect the Elven Armies from complete annihilation.
Upon seeing the death of their Guardians, the Elves dropped the weapons in their hands as they fell into despair.
"I-It's impossible. We can't win. All of us are going to die!"
"I don't want to die! Someone, anyone, wake me up from this nightmare!"
"Nooooo! I don't want to die!"
"Help! Someone save us!"
Hundreds of Elves fell on their knees as they cried and wailed for someone to save them.