Wesleynard stood in the aftermath of the battle, surveying the damage. The room was a mess, littered with the charred remains of Malphus's beast form. He looked down at his chest, wincing in pain as he saw the gash caving into his body it covered a good portion of his hard chest. It was deep, but not fatal. He had survived. Unable to bear the events in front of him any longer he stumbled to the ground clutching his bleeding body, sobbing loudly. How had he failed so badly? How could he face Ana after he promised to protect her? How could he stand by her side? It would have been easier had he died here. Wesleynard's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching him.
He looked up to see Ethan rushing towards him. "My lord! are you alright?" Wesleynard looked up at Ethan, his face streaked with tears and dirt. "I'm alive," he said hoarsely. "But Malphus...he's gone. And so is Ana."
Ethan's face fell. "No, she's okay wes."
