"Ahhh! Noo! Stopp!!"
The last knight standing roared on the ground as his body burned from the inside. He wasn't standing any longer.
"WE DID IT!" Some slaves had tears running down their faces, some were smiling tiredly, while some just lay on their backs, relaxing.
Kael's face cracked with a smile, too. It was finally over! He took a heavy breath filled with the strong scent of human waste and dead bodies. It was the most pleasant smell he had ever inhaled. The smell of a hard-earned victory.
But before he could be too happy, his vision blurred, the burning pain in his arm becoming a hundred times worse as his body limped, falling forward against his will.
"Adrenaline has finally calmed down, huh?" He was caught by someone, a firm hand placed on his chest, stopping him from falling forward.
"You fought well, lad." It was Shen. Flashing a weak smile, Kael tried to stand up and reply, but he realized he was unable to speak in his normal voice, only squeak in whispers.
