The moment Henry dashed forward, I felt my soul leave my body.
"Henry, no!" I screamed, my voice breaking as he sprinted toward the Orc Lord with a speed born of pure, unfiltered rage.
But he didn't stop.
The Orc Lord moved faster than I could blink.
With a sickening clap of its massive hands, Henry's head was crushed.
Blood sprayed through the air, painting the ground in gruesome streaks.
His body collapsed like a broken doll, lifeless and still.
"Henry…" The name escaped my lips, barely a whisper.
The others fired their guns, desperation driving their actions.
Bullet after bullet flew toward the Orc Lord, but none reached their mark.
Every single one stopped mid-air, as if hitting an invisible wall.
I couldn't move.
My legs were rooted to the spot as I stared at Henry's crumpled form.
The pain in my chest was unbearable, like my heart was being torn apart.
I should've stopped him.
