There was a saying that time slowed down before a person truly died. Even though Vale had died twice, this was the first time he truly understood what it meant.
His brain seemed to be working much faster now that the pressure of death had set in.
But it still wasn't enough; a slash of his dagger and a sandworm died, but there were twenty more where it came from. His hands moved with frightening precision under pressure.
In the end, though, he was just one man. Not less than five seconds into the siege, he was already covered in bite marks. Blood flowed from multiple open wounds.
Just when he thought the world was beginning to fade, he heard the sharp whistle of something cutting through the air as a flaming arrow accelerated towards him.
His mind told him it was Roxy, trying to save him in a last-ditch effort. He smiled a little.
