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There was quiet. Elsewhere, there was noise, fighting, metal against metal. But here, there was quiet.
It reminded him of those fields. The ones in his dreams. The ones full of life and where he felt no vestiges of illness. Where his Goddess resided.
The silence is imperfect. His own ragged breathing breaks it. Eventually, it was silent elsewhere too.
Either his knight had won, or he’d fallen. A countdown started in his head. When it finished, he could leave his hiding space and see the outcome.
Ten… Nine… Eight… Seven… Six… Five… Four… Three… Two… One.