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His chocolate eyes struggles to remain open as time flew past him, leaving him behind. He remembered the sight of the ombre sky which had now drowned into darkness. He stood there with the pain crawling through his limbs and scars stretching across his body beneath the navy blue shirt that adorned his figure. The soreness of the dull bruises stung massively as the wind pushed the cloth to onto his body.

All his energy had been drained away in the battle that had occurred previously; the battle in which he over-confidently intervened, knowing the unfairness of several of them against him alone, thinking that he was superior to them. It would be this over-confidence that one day, shall devour his existence and bring him to his grotesque end. If only he knew that his ending is not as distant as he had expected, like a fool, he would march towards it with the imprudent thoughts of defying what were to happen and indeed he did but unknowingly.

He slowly turned around at the sound of a sweet, feminine voice and he eyes glistened in appreciation as his gaze halted upon a beautiful young woman. Her pale hair added onto the beauty of her ivory skin which he seemed to admire. The beauty of a female, he believes, is a blessing that should be acknowledged and appreciated. Despite the pain that slithered within him, his expression changed into a charming and dazzling smile, which so brilliantly masked his injuries and aches. "Of course I would help a beautiful lady, such as yourself." With that, he smiled at the lady once again, glancing at her from head to toe before following her when she moved. He moved so gracefully, striding and ignoring the pain that surged through his body which, unfortunately slowed him down with every step he advanced.

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The uneasy gusts of wind brushed past him so roughly, causing him greater pain but the fool wouldn't retract. If it were a normal mage, they would have immediately rushed home to get some rest, instead of standing in the midst of a heavy crowd, furthermore, agreeing to help someone. He wasn't particularly what people referred to as a 'nice' person, but a title he definitely upholds is that of a gentleman. Never in his life has he denied the request of a woman, even though numerous times, he had to face strenuous consequences. His foolish and mundane mindset often led him into unfavorable situations but he never learnt.

The uncanny feeling that lingered in the air was completely ignored by orange-haired male as he continued walking at the same pace as the female. His smile that had faded momentarily returned when he heard her whispered comment. Pushing aside the pain, he spoke, "I have time to spare."

A sense of suspicion advanced into his head as they walked into a dark alley. His shoulders tensed up in alert but because of the pain and the drainage of energy that he faced, he relaxed, assuring himself that it was just a delusion that grew inside his head. A sting of pain traveled through his hand as it was being held by the woman and he desperately tried not to showcase any signs of agony for he considered that being a display of weakness. "My name is Leo. Yeah, I'm a wizard from the guild Black Rose." He responded with an absent-mind as his current focus was to suppress the agonizing pain and continue on his two feet which were bearing his weight which seemed to slowly increase by each passing second.  

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The darkness that slowly clouded his vision began to crawl throughout his body, snatching away what little energy the man possessed. At this point, his will to not display any weakness had disintegrated as he struggled to keep the heavy eyelids up. Never had he imagined himself to be in such a situation and never had he imagined such an outcome for his life.

His ears blurred out the words she spoke but it was more than enough for him to understand. Before he could process anything further that that point, time had once again deceived him and abandoned him as he could only witness her hand proceeding to reveal a blade but his body refused to move. Maybe, for him, this truly was the end. He was moments away from his dire demise.

It is said that when one dies, their entire life plays before their eyes, like a movie. In his case, that didn't happen. He only had one thing that he regretted until he lost his consciousness; he regretted this very moment, the moment he died. The blade slashed at his neck and what followed was beyond his understanding for he had now fallen into the clutches of death from where he could never return. The chains of regret that tied him in the last moment disappeared and nothing remained, except darkness. He was fading inside the black, slowly being swallowed up tenebrosity and all he could do was close his eyes.