Ranulf felt himself fading. He could hear his heartbeat, and his breath slowly slipped into stillness. It didn't make sense.
How did he lose? What trick did that bastard use? More importantly, can he survive this?
No, he wasn't going to survive, not like this. Still, he couldn't allow himself to die like this.
Just then, a flicker of an image appeared in his mind. There was a laughing girl with bright orange hair, even with his hazy thoughts, her face was vividly clear.
But why was he thinking of her?
As far as he was concerned. He wasn't connected to anything other than the State Court, even then it wasn't of his own free will. Ranulf also had no family member alive or someone he was attached to enough to call a friend.
'Why is it you?'
Grasping at the last of his strength, every shred of pride that remained deep within. Twilight-colored Aura surged around him and encircled his battered form. Feeling his life slipping from him, he decided to use it, his last resort.
