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I let out a strangled breath, the weapon before me falling to the ground and fading from my sight only a second later.

For my vision had been tainted by the sweet scent and coppery taste of blood. The crimson liquid staining my eyelids and draining down and further into my eyes.

Veiling my vision from the monstrosities that threatened to consume me.

Was this my end?

It was a thought that constantly consumed my mind. Wracking through it with a voracious appetite. Telling me to lay down.

To die and let be the demons.

But even with my sky vision. Where each step took that much more effort. Every swing of my arm taking so much from me that I could barely even stand.

And my vision…

My vision, even discounting that crimson stained liquid. Even discounting the sweat that poured down it.