The excruciating pain coursed through every fiber of Richard's body, each arrow embedded in his flesh acting as a cruel reminder of the relentless battle that had just transpired. His vision grew hazy, the world around him blurring as his lifeblood flowed.
As he descended towards the cold, unforgiving ground, a persistent consciousness clung to him, refusing to relinquish its grip.
"You can't die!" Through the fog of pain, he heard a voice, faint at first, like a distant memory. It was Elara's voice, sweet and comforting, but it couldn't be her, it simply couldn't.
"I died for you, you can't die!" The voice echoed within his mind, growing stronger, a plea filled with longing and desperation. Confusion swirled within Richard's thoughts. Was he losing his sanity? How could he hear her voice after everything that had happened? The boundaries between life, death, and the realm of the mind had blurred, leaving him to grapple with the inexplicable.
