I couldn't run anymore... I really couldn't run anymore.
After running for so long, no one dared voice the despair in their hearts. Once that breath was let out, they would never be able to summon it again.
Their mouths were dry, their legs trembled, and no matter how fast they ran, they could not silence the sounds of death echoing beside their ears for even a moment. They did not even dare look back to see how the others were faring, afraid that the instant they turned their heads, they would see the Death Knight's terrifying skeletal face.
"I can't run anymore..." Harlan, the younger brother, said hoarsely. The breath that escaped his mouth could not be drawn back in, and his pace slowed more and more until he finally dropped to one knee, crawling forward like an insect.
His older brother Ham rushed over and tried to help Harlan up. Ham struggled to grip Harlan's shoulder and urged him on. "Go... Hurry... Father told us to live. We have to live."
"We can't live... No matter how I think about it, we can't live..." Harlan shook his head. Then the Death Knight suddenly stomped the ground and leaped high into the air, driving its greatsword straight down.
"Ah!" Harlan screamed. Even that final cry of life could not drown out the crunch of the greatsword shattering his spine. His brother Ham was blasted backward into a tree, powerless to save his younger brother.
The greatsword was pulled free. Harlan's corpse lifted several inches before falling back onto the forest floor strewn with branches and leaves. Ham stared blankly as the Death Knight drew closer and closer, watching his younger brother, whose body had been pierced through by a gaping hole, rise in a twisted posture and slowly walk