Godfrey laid on his bed gazing at the ceiling. His eyes snapped open as scenes of his death kept flashing through his eyes.
BADUMP!
His heartbeat was loud.
No, it wasn't, it just felt loud because his sensitivity was high at this moment as he could almost relive the moment his heart was ripped out of his chest.
His neck hurt. The scene of the unknown king's sword piercing through his throat replayed in his mind.
Godfrey grabbed his neck when the unknown king slashed half of his neck open. He shut his eyes, breathing heavily.
Godfrey had gone to dungeons all this while knowing he could die but when death finally came, not once but three times, it shook him.
Death… was terrifying.
Godfrey stretched his right arm vertically, watching as he clenched and opened his fist. Now more than ever, Godfrey realized death wasn't too far away despite his strength and no amount of mental preparation could prepare him for the real deal.
'Still…'
