And All Things Will End

It begs and pleads, but you do not stop. You focus solely on your task. The sword goes a little bit deeper. The creature howls and squeals. It tries to bat its limbs at you, but it is uncoordinated and you sidestep them easily. The tears flow faster.

It cries out for its mother. She can save him. she knows what to do mom why aren't you doing anything i need your help i am hurt please stop please help me

Its progenitor does not move, its pleas go unanswered.

mom i am hurt please rescue me why arent you moving mom save me please you always know what to do.

The sword grows heavy in your hands.