Blood constantly dripped onto the rose petals
Lancelot: Huu... Huu... Huu...
Can't move... my hand...
so this... is what pain feels like Death silently awakend as he went on,His breath became lighter and lighter,like a feather floating in the wind...
Lancelot: is this an angel?
so beautiful...
Oddet: I think its talking to me...
so tired...
Lancelot: Just take me away...