"What should I do with you?"
As Wrath contemplated, Nathan's body throbbed violently.
He thought he was running toward salvation, that he would be saved by hiding in this room, or by some miracle he would once again survive.
But, in face of the terror before him, his fate was sealed.
"N-No... I can't die now..." He said, gulping the saliva that formed in his mouth.
Nathan's trembling hands gripped his blade and brought out the steel-plated weapon.
It had cracks all over and chinks could be noticed by the edges, yet... Nathan wielded it and took a fighting stance.
"What do you think you're doing?" Wrath asked, amused by Nathan's display.
"I-I... I'll survive somehow... I'll-"
Before he completed his thought, Wrath snapped his fingers, and the blade corroded in an instant, turning into dust.
Having nothing to hold, Nathan's shaky hands resumed their frightened dance as his eyes widened.