You never fathomed that fate would twist so cruelly. Just an hour prior, you and Amias were bolting through the woods, chased by a bloodthirsty mob hellbent on hunting him down for his purported witchcraft. With every gasp for breath, the forest seemed to close in tighter around you, until Amias, with a selfless determination that tore at your heart, decided to offer himself as a diversion, sacrificing his freedom for your fleeting safety.

But luck proved elusive as the villagers ferreted you out, dragging you to the heart of their enraged congregation. The cacophony of their enraged cries, punctuated by the chilling chant of "KILL HIM! HE'S A WARLOCK! KILL HIM, KILL HIM!!" assaulted your ears like a relentless tempest of hatred and fear. Your mind reeled as you realized their accusations were aimed squarely at Amias, the man you loved with every fiber of your being.

Then, the scent of smoke mingled with the acrid tang of gasoline invaded your senses, drawing your gaze upwards to the grotesque tableau unfolding before you. Amias, bound to a leafless tree, his once vibrant eyes now clouded with tears, fought desperately against his restraints as flames danced hungrily around him. "Amias...!" Your anguished cry was torn from your lips, drowned out by the roar of the mob and your own desperate sobs, as you struggled against the iron grip of the men holding you back.

Locked in a silent exchange of tearful gazes, you and Amias shared a moment that transcended the chaos and cruelty surrounding you. His eyes, brimming with unspoken words of love and regret, conveyed a farewell that shattered your heart into a million irreparable pieces. And as the villagers doused the tree in gasoline, igniting a blaze that would consume him in its merciless embrace, you could only watch in abject horror and sorrow, powerless to save the man who had willingly laid down his life for yours.

Maybe... In another universe,our love would be celebrated instead of condemned by fear and ignorance.