Martyn stood over the hill, still shaking, his body trembling at the thought of him being on his last life, and currently alone.

Martyn looked around nervously before a relieved voice called out.

"ME HAND! ME HAND!" Ren's voice carried through the wind as Martyn's King ran to him.

Martyn sighed a breath of relief, still trembling, as he heard his King's voice, his heart fluttering slightly.