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He is barely standing when it ends.

When the chains break, when the ancients speak.

Vitus has done his part, taken blows and continued to break the chains that bind with the others, blows that would be the end of him. Bites and tears he could have avoided, if he had only moved.

The ground vanished beneath his feet, and for a brief moment he stood at Eastborne, baby blue eyes looking at those around him as the warmth dripped down his throat. The world was melting, at long last, the sun was shining.

So why did he feel cold?

Vitus looked down in annoyance as he felt another drip, not...registering, just what it was. The fountain that was coming from the side of his neck, his pale fur soaked in red.

Blood.

.....how?

He has seen his future, he has seen himself an old man, he was not supposed to die yet.

Fate it seemed, had other plans for the seer, as he slid to the ground with the thunder that boomed around the group.

It was....a good place to die, at least.

Pretty.

Did he have regrets?

He had wanted to do more.