"Please tell me I didn't die screaming," Kent asked, a smile playing on his face. For someone who just heard he will die in 5 years' time, he was surprisingly composed.
Paragon smiled, "You were surprisingly quiet despite having your eyes dug out using a hot iron, limbs severed, flesh peeled off, and burned inside out."
Kent laughed, and so did Paragon, "I have to say, you are surprisingly tougher than you look. I am impressed."
"Well, thank you, kind sir. However, if you can tell me how to save my skin, that will be great. I have no plans on dying just yet, so let's get on it."
"That is why I am here, Kent, to help you change your fate. However, it won't be easy."
"As long as it saves me from dying, I don't mind." Kent sighed. Dying is not a worry to him. However, thinking about the beauties he will leave behind, heartbroken and in tears, is what worries him. So, changing his fate is something he wouldn't joke about.
