He was covered with his own blood. It was impossible for him to bleed but you made it happen. He looks down at his trembling hand and clenched it. He crawled on the ground covered in debris, desperately trying to stand.

He had always stood at the pinnacle of strength and valor, never once beneath anyone else. But now, he felt the sting of reality as he was the first to bleed. That initial wound was more than just a physical mark; it was a blow to his pride. As the crimson drops fell, his ego shattered, leaving him not only in disbelief but also gripped by a deep-seated terror

He snaps his head up and widens his eyes at the sound of your footsteps walking towards him from behind. His heart pounds in his chest rapidly, fear. He whips his head around to see you, his own blood splattered on you.