His voice was almost indistinguishable from background noise by the time that last syllable was uttered. His eyes remained open, while his lungs were depleted of air, and his heart faltered.
Right before his failing eyes, there was a woman with raven black hair, and sunburnt skin. She wore a long flowing white dress, which remained immaculate even as she kneeled onto a puddle of blood.
“In a few more heartbeats, you’ll be—” the angel of death said.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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