"...Vandread…" Victor said with tears in his eyes.
The sight of his friend was something heart-wrenching; the dark-skinned adventurer's entire stomach had been torn open, causing a puddle of deep crimson to flood the stone tiles while his entrails were on display. Various tears were left on his flesh, from his face to his legs, from the claws of the undead.
"...Vic…" Vandread could hardly speak, looking towards the ceiling with barely any light left in his platinum eyes.
Julius shouted from close by, swinging his sword frantically, "--Whatever you're planning on doing, make it quick! I can't hold them off long like this! They want him!"
Those words cemented the choice Victor made as he nodded and wiped his tears, drawing a long breath between his lips and into his lungs as he prepared himself.
