"Huff, huff, huff," Cumba breathed heavily, fatigue crippling him. He couldn't even lift a finger.
Nemesis walked towards the battered Cumba. "I gave you a second chance, and yet, you couldn't save yourself."
"This is impossible and unfair! What did you do to Gob?" Cumba asked weakly.
"Nothing much. It's only right I reward my most loyal believer and punish my most disloyal believer—that is, if you even believed in me in the first place," Nemesis replied. "Now, how do you plan to die?" Nemesis asked, staring directly into Cumba's eyes.
Cumba felt fear and bitterness over his foolish actions, but what hurt him even more was the distant gaze of the village he had given his all to protect. It felt like a dagger through his heart.
