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The sound of sadness breaks the silence of the crypt.
Rerroux, fresh from another flashback, stares at the barrier blocking the door to their final fight. He’s lost count of the hours. All he knows is that the time is ticking towards fate.
“A lich… my dad didn’t even prepare me for that”, He murmurs. He spent every second of silence thinking of what would be the best thing to do when the fight comes. Now his mind is fraught. Days of bullying a lich that took his friend’s life -- one of the only few who got through his silence -- and a chance to bring him back. Who wouldn’t be wrecked with all the stress in the world?
His eyes scan the room. His companions -- especially Devon, another one dear to Rerroux that he almost lost -- glued to the stone floor after recovering from a shadow’s attack. On the other side, his party. Oh, what’d he’d do to keep them from dying, other than fight, land his strikes. Maybe cast the right spells even. The choices flood his head and yet he freezes. All the choices available, and he wants to pick the perfect one.
But whatever he chooses, he’s got no other choice than to fight.
His jaws are clenched and he stares blank-eyed at the door, back at his sword, back at the door, back at his spellbook, back at the door… He just wants it to end. Each change of scenery raises his heartbeat. He wants to get out of the crypt. And while the lich’s voice taunts him to leave, he knows there’s only one real way out:
Through the lich’s dead body.
And although the shroud to his side covers the lifeless body of his childhood friend, he knows one day this will all be a memory, and the ending to a story.
Whether it is a happy one or a sad one well,
It’s their choice now.

Description

The sound of sadness breaks the silence of the crypt.
Rerroux, fresh from another flashback, stares at the barrier blocking the door to their final fight. He’s lost count of the hours. All he knows is that the time is ticking towards fate.
“A lich… my dad didn’t even prepare me for that”, He murmurs. He spent every second of silence thinking of what would be the best thing to do when the fight comes. Now his mind is fraught. Days of bullying a lich that took his friend’s life -- one of the only few who got through his silence -- and a chance to bring him back. Who wouldn’t be wrecked with all the stress in the world?
His eyes scan the room. His companions -- especially Devon, another one dear to Rerroux that he almost lost -- glued to the stone floor after recovering from a shadow’s attack. On the other side, his party. Oh, what’d he’d do to keep them from dying, other than fight, land his strikes. Maybe cast the right spells even. The choices flood his head and yet he freezes. All the choices available, and he wants to pick the perfect one.
But whatever he chooses, he’s got no other choice than to fight.
His jaws are clenched and he stares blank-eyed at the door, back at his sword, back at the door, back at his spellbook, back at the door… He just wants it to end. Each change of scenery raises his heartbeat. He wants to get out of the crypt. And while the lich’s voice taunts him to leave, he knows there’s only one real way out:
Through the lich’s dead body.
And although the shroud to his side covers the lifeless body of his childhood friend, he knows one day this will all be a memory, and the ending to a story.
Whether it is a happy one or a sad one well,
It’s their choice now.