Kevin's body felt heavy, like lead.
No more Skills were available to him since all his servants were dead, and he knew none of his personal Skills would work.
Despair enveloped the man, and he soon reverted to the way he was before the Apocalypse warped his nature. Kevin Smith turned frail!
"P-please… don't… I beg you… don't kill me." He stuttered, watching the amused grins of the Hobgoblins as they drew closer.
Their green-colored skin glimmered in the sun and they rubbed their fists, most of which were covered with the blood of his fallen subordinates.
Now merely inches away from him, all surrounding the kneeling man, the Demons readied themselves for yet another enjoyable act of pure violence.
"Pleaseeeeee!!!"
----------------------------------------------
I witnessed the final moments of the last survivor, seeing as the Hobgoblins pounded him to death, ripping out his body as they pleased.
