Amun's world shattered as Layla valiantly stepped in front of him, taking the brunt of the statue's deadly blow. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as he watched in horror, helpless to prevent the unfolding tragedy. Layla staggered back, her body convulsing in pain, blood spilling from her grievous wound.
"Layla!" Amun cried out, his voice choked with anguish. He rushed to her side, catching her in his arms as she fell. Her eyes, filled with unyielding resolve, met his gaze.
"Why?" Amun pleaded, his heart breaking with each passing moment.
Layla's voice was strained, her breaths shallow. "I won't... let... anyone else... die."
With those final words, Layla's body went limp in Amun's arms. A profound silence enveloped them, a silence broken only by Amun's agonized sobs.
