A Dying Man’s Last Moments

He had awoken to an unfamiliar scene, he had found himself in a dark baseman, a spooky and grim-looking place that carried a foul aura. The light from an old lantern, flickering on and off, causing a tinge of uncertainty to rise within him.

Eventually, the feeling that overcame his entirety was non-other than fear; a sharp pain rippled all over his flesh, as he even felt that his body's bones were crushed into bits of pieces.

The sweat running down from his forehead, as his eyes looked around in a panic, forcing himself to forget the terrifying pain. His eyes were drawn to a myriad of unrecognizable corpses.

These persons were once his comrades, but now, they only became victims and offerings to another who was once deemed a mere harmless target.