"Still couldn't make it, huh..."
The intense pain surging through her entire body made Lorin feel her consciousness scatter, her vision blacking out, even her eyelids felt so heavy and sticky as if every blink exhausted all her strength.
Her chest seemed to be leaking air, each breath carrying a wet hollow sound, her nose and mouth filled with the metallic scent unique to blood.
She didn't know the state of her injuries, nor did she have the energy to pinpoint the source of her pain.
Her consciousness was gradually sinking into her rapidly depleting Life Force.
Lorin had years of adventuring, having been in close encounters with death before.
She could smell the increasingly deep and obscure scent of death lingering in the air, feel the shadow of the Grim Reaper's scythe slowly falling over her face.
So many times, whenever she fell into a hopeless situation, she always found a glimmer of hope to turn the tide.
