Realizing the gravity of the situation, Bard wasted no time in fleeing. Golden Hand hesitated, glancing back at Ethan, torn between helping his friend and saving himself. After a moment's indecision, he steeled himself and rushed back, planning to carry Ethan with him. But before he could reach him, a crushing force bore down from above.
Golden Hand looked up, and his heart sank—an enormous spectral scythe was descending from the heavens, seemingly ripping through the very fabric of reality to strike directly at Ethan's defenseless form.
"Oh, man! Sorry, bro, but I can't die here with you!" Golden Hand muttered under his breath before abandoning the plan, bolting in terror from the incoming doom.
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