Becrock wanted to breathe.
He wanted to live.
He did not want to be in pain.
�F, for me to die like this! I thought I stepped on everyone to get here!�
His view slowly turned black.
Becrock could see Rosalyn�s stoic face right before his view became completely black. She did not show any joy, sorrow, nor even anger.
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