"Wha-" my eyes widened, the breath being taken out of me by the claw sticking out of both of my lungs and my neck. The giant moles that I had been killing for the past few days taking their revenge.
The world darkened, my brain losing oxygen as I ran out of breath. With my life force gone, I was not able to live any longer. I couldn't even self destruct as a final 'fuck you'.
As my consciousness left me I couldn't help but regret, regret that I hadn't taken revenge, that I hadn't lived enough, that I hadn't…
…
I woke to the sight of gray walls, the bedroom that I had slept in for so long in my sight again.
My hand reached down, the wound that I had taken from that undead having been healed.
"The king is awake!" I heard one of the more literate moles yell, the sound echoing through my ears as he ran past the door and into the hallway.
grumble
