Blood splattered all over Rhys's face as he pulled the sword from Killian's chest. "Hahaha... I win," he laughed triumphantly as madness gleamed in his eyes. Licking Killian's blood that was on his lips, he closed his eyes in satisfaction, savoring the taste of his victory.
Meanwhile, Slyvia stood frozen in disbelief, her heart racing. "Ki... Killian..." she called, her voice trembling, but he did not answer. Instead, he closed his eyes and slumped against her shoulder. Panic surged through her as she quickly braced him, shaking him desperately.
With each shallow breath he took, she sensed his life force slipping away. "No, no, no..." she whispered, voice cracking with desperation as tears streamed down her cheeks, hot and unrestrained. "You can't die… You can't die… Killian, wake up! Can you hear me? Don't leave me alone!"
