Point of view - Lunim
As soon as I fell to the ground, the chain broke, and I lost consciousness for a few seconds. Claude had managed to take the weapon of one of the corpses and stab the sorcerer in the chest. Two other men began to swordfish him. The sorcerer was beginning to suffer and the fight was heading towards its conclusion. I tried to get up. My chest was pierced, the mark on my leg kept weakening me, but I decided to make a bet of life or death. My children will know that their father is a hero. Who never gave up, who fought to the end. Before the bet, I saw Eimin's face in front of me. She was just happy to be with me and seeing me risk my life for her. But it was just an illusion, and I was not convinced because I was sure that she was not there, but because she would never rejoice to see me risk my life. What she would have wanted was to be happy with her brother, and not happy to see anyone die. Goldora, to be honest, I've always been a little bit jealous of you. Having Eimin by your side every single moment was supposed to be a real paradise. If you will allow me, I too would ask a favor. Tell my children about their father. Tell Eimin of my worth. Do not let me die. Goldora, we will live forever.
I cried out in pain. I had never endured anything so cruel. I cut off my leg from the knee down.
«Is it from the mark on my calf that you take my strength?» I decided to get rid of it.
Although I had half my leg off, I felt like I was born again. All the pain, even in my chest, seemed to be gone for a few seconds. Supporting with the javelin of Claude, now without the tip, I ran towards Meta and blocked his wrists again with the last forces that remained me. Before I could block it, however, he managed to pierce me with other chains. One on the right arm, and one on the left. But I decided not to give up the grip. I began to give him huge headbutts of anger and disgust. The chains disintegrated, our faces began to deform. We both lost a lot of blood. One of the other men was able to scratch his ankles, so much that he fell to the ground, in front of me. But, besides blood, I lost my strength again, and could not hold his wrists. So he freed himself, and I fell again like him, with no possibility of getting up. Meta began to laugh, laughing like a deranged man who had realized he was dying. He scratched his face with his long nails, began to pull out his hair and beat his fists against the ground.
«Crazy, crazy! Justice will not abandon me! It will never do!» These were the last words that came out of his mouth. Perhaps he said more, but I was also dying. Meta generated his last chain, it was pointed and fiery, he threw it upwards, then fell, piercing his heart. As a result, we were all marked on our chest. The symbol was different, but its presence was more concrete than the other. He whispered some words, I could not hear them. A mountain of stone and earth fell over our heads, sealing off every possible escape route. The same chain that had struck Meta at the heart came out of Claude's mark, killing him too. Then it was another member of the League, then another and yet another, until my turn.
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I have not regretted any choice made in my life, except one. Forgive me, Eimin, our children will never know their father. Knowing Goldora, however, will be like knowing another me, who has always believed in himself and his companions.