Death came to every living man. The departure from life was a certainty in this world, even the long-lived races said to live forever were not immune to this phenomenon. It mattered not if the man endeavored to obscure his existence by hiding in the deepest crevice imaginable or barricading himself inside an impenetrable fortress. When the time had come, death came. No amount of resistance could stop it from greeting and embracing you.
As an adventurer who courted danger, Bregror was prepared to receive death's invitation at any hour, or so the man believed.
'I don't want to die!'
The heart knew what fundamental desire lurked inside a man faster than what a mind with billions of thinking cells could decide.
