So Rassus died.
The sky has turned dark.
And Ned gets to live.
But not until the damn army of mindless beasts perished. A battalion of them raced toward the lying Ned. Body still exhausted, apparent through his eyes - dark rings around his eyes.
The glitching on Ned's display stopped as Rassus went to an eternity of slumber. In spite of all this, the danger has yet to end.
"Shit! I need more time to move!" Said Ned. Cussing his predicament out. "I need to defend my self, defend. Yes! My sword."
Ned scrambled the ground with his hands. Looking for the Butterfly, or the remains of it. Touching the hilt of the sword, Ned felt it was lighter than the usual. The Butterfly was always light, but this time, it was lighter - dead-light.
Ned sighed looking at the sky shrouded with darkness. He was alone, just like the moon he was staring at. Alone, in the dark.
