And at the verge of death, Pierre refused to be turned into an Undead. He had committed suicide, he had exploded in a blaze of glory, his sacrifice ensuring that he would never be resurrected as one of the cursed beings he had fought against for so long. The music faded into the night, a solemn tribute to Pierre's ultimate act of defiance against the darkness.
. . .
And yet, he opened his eyes.
And once again… in the verge of death…
If his legs did not work, he'd make them work.
CRACK!
He dragged himself towards the light, his determination unwavering despite the pain. The music continued to play softly in the background, a reminder of the determination burning inside of him. A reminder of his oath, his honor, the reason he fights.
. . .
He couldn't just close his eyes for a second, even if every fiber of his being screamed for rest. The battle was not over yet, and he would not rest until victory was achieved.
. . .
CRACK!
Sacrifices were made, a bite of his skin, a taste of blood in his mouth, but he pushed through. The mission was too important, the lives depending on him too precious to give up now. Victory was within reach, and he would not falter.
. . .
Then, he managed to walk. He stumbled forward, each step a painful reminder of the fierce determination that fueled his every move. With gritted teeth and sheer willpower, he continued on towards society… the sound of his clumsy steps echoing through the empty woods, reverberated in his ears. But he pressed on.
He said, his voice barely above a whisper. The darkness of the night enveloped him, but he knew that the dawn of a new day was just beyond the horizon, waiting for him to claim his triumph.
He REFUSED to lose.
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Cling... cling... crack-
His body was charred, moved by the shores of the river, a testament to the power of his sacrifice.. . .
And yet, he opened his eyes.
And once again… in the verge of death…
He refused.
CRACK!If his legs did not work, he'd make them work.
CRACK!
He dragged himself towards the light, his determination unwavering despite the pain. The music continued to play softly in the background, a reminder of the determination burning inside of him. A reminder of his oath, his honor, the reason he fights.
. . .
He couldn't just close his eyes for a second, even if every fiber of his being screamed for rest. The battle was not over yet, and he would not rest until victory was achieved.
. . .
CRACK!
Sacrifices were made, a bite of his skin, a taste of blood in his mouth, but he pushed through. The mission was too important, the lives depending on him too precious to give up now. Victory was within reach, and he would not falter.
. . .
Then, he managed to walk. He stumbled forward, each step a painful reminder of the fierce determination that fueled his every move. With gritted teeth and sheer willpower, he continued on towards society… the sound of his clumsy steps echoing through the empty woods, reverberated in his ears. But he pressed on.
Quote:"Victory is just not a possibility.
Is inevitable."
He said, his voice barely above a whisper. The darkness of the night enveloped him, but he knew that the dawn of a new day was just beyond the horizon, waiting for him to claim his triumph.
He REFUSED to lose.
They'd know what it meant to be determined,
He'd show them.
He had to.
His heart would not stop in anger, grief... sadness, regret.
No
His heart will stop in joy
His heart would not stop in anger, grief... sadness, regret.
No
His heart will stop in joy