Pierced by the stone fang, Magev fell to his knees. He suddenly noticed with intense detail the faces of his fallen brothers and of the enemy. Of his brothers, fair and noble. Of his enemies, black and grotesque with undying red eyes. Silence overtook him as he gasped for air. As blood pooled around him. Then, a cry rang in his ears. Of friend or of foe, he knew not. Darkness overpowered his vision. He fell forward.