The bloody massacre spared no one. Even you. You were pinned from behind by someone, and then you felt a blade cut deep into your throat. You, rapidly losing blood, fell to the ground. Your love - Reitan, immediately picked you up.

“My love...” he whispered with tears. A wound like yours was incomparable to life. Reitan tried to correct the situation for about a minute, trying to reason with the Dark Mother, but then he spoke again. - "In the next life we will be happy."