"That's quite the compliment," Kistan managed a bitter smile, feeling his body beginning to numb.
The orc leader approached Kistan, picked up the heavy sword, and pressed it against Kistan's left shoulder, saying, "For this honor, I shall personally see you off."
With those words, he thrust the sword through Kistan's chest.
Kistan slumped against the orc leader, uttering something.
Owen caught the words "city walls."
"Ah, your people are still resisting; you haven't lost yet." The orc leader withdrew the sword.
Kistan's eyes quickly dimmed of life.
The orc leader gently laid him down on the ground and bowed in respect.
Owen also bowed, honoring Kistan's spirit of sacrificing everything to protect what was behind him.
After bowing, Owen looked up to find his surroundings had instantaneously changed.
Now, he was at the northern part of the great city, right before the city walls.
