Hanarak's body grew numb, the searing pain that had consumed him moments ago fading into a dull, distant ache. His breathing became shallow, each breath a struggle. The wound on his shoulder no longer throbbed, and the broken ribs no longer stabbed with every movement.
He stared blankly at the ceiling of the tunnel, his vision growing hazy.
Look like I'm going to die here…
He let out a weak, bitter chuckle.
"If… if I had another chance at living… I wouldn't be doing assassinations anymore…"
He paused, his thoughts drifting.
But… can I really do it? I made that promise back then, and I didn't honor it. I broke my word. I threw away the second chance Garius gave me.
He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the cold creeping into his body.
Ah… perhaps this is what it feels like to die…
He tried to focus, but his vision was blurring, the edges of the tunnel fading into darkness.
I can feel… the throbbing in my wound… but I can no longer feel the pain…
