Avery, worried and concerned, called out to Felix,

“U-Umh. Felix? You’re injured hold on.”

There was no reply.

“F-Felix just wait!”

“Wait for what?”

“Well, yo-you’re injured. Shouldn’t you wait?”

Felix chuckled light-heartedly, “Ave. Trust me, I’ll be fine, okay?”

Avery showed visible discomfort.

“Okay. But are you sure?”

Felix sighed as he breathed, “Yes. I will be fine. Now let's go.”

Felix trudged down the staircase and through the door into the open cavern. The green grass had turned blood red. The air still echoed with the screams of pain from helpless Runics. The Cleansers were still searching for stragglers, anyone they could find they murdered. Their crisp white-plated armor had been stained with sprays of blood from every blow they delivered to their victims. Felix and Avery were the only survivors. The only ones left of their clan that they spent so much time building. The homes and stores started to burn after being set alight. The Cleansers destined for there to be no survivors. Soldiering up the path toward Felix and Avery, unaware of their presence Cleansers proceeded to burn the housing complex to the ground. Felix not being heard, crept up behind him and stabbed at the neck of the Cleanser killing him instantaneously, blood poured from the neck painting the ground in a thick red coat. Felix exhales,

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“Ok, now where’s the oth-“

Felix's heart dropped, blood pumping as he looked behind him. A Cleanser behind Avery with a scythe through her stomach. Gasping desperately, clutching her wound, she looked at Felix and smiled softly. Then slowly dropped to her knees, and onto her side.

Avery groaned in pain, "Shit, shit, shit." Blood spooled out of her gut. Felix touched a rune on his neck then grabbed the Cleanser by the throat, his hand glowed bright green. The Cleanser’s bones started to shift and crack, he bent their body beyond its limits and then let it drop. Felix slowly dropped to his knees, sobbing, his face resting on hers. Avery reached her hand out wiping his tears away, shaking as she hushed him and said, "It's okay. I'm going to be fine. I just need to lie down and catch my breath, just need to catch my breath." Her eyes and mouth closed and her rested heart still.

“Avery.”

The thought was set in his mind. She was dead. After 14 short years, she had died. Died in his arms when he could have saved her.