The Final Countdown

The final countdown to his doom ticked by, more of his lost memories resurfacing with them. By now, he remembered entering the elven city, his suspicions and forgetfulness.

Sylvie's treachery after he had genuinely saved her followed, making him grit his teeth in regret. But it didn't matter anymore. The notifications already whispered that death would claim him in two seconds, and truthfully? As unwilling to die as he was, he had better things to think about in his last moments than that serpent.

However, as he turned his thoughts to his subjects, an anguished and agonising shriek reverberated against the hovering dust.