-Why did you do that? Valerna asked with a strange look at the girl at the other end of the abyss.

However, he did not receive any response immediately. Instead, Thea looked into the depths of the abyss, lifted the bow she held onto her hands and released it to bury it together with Arlhen.

"It's over?"

The beautiful woman began to wipe away the fake tears on her face while using a bridge of natural stone to cross. It was not long before he reached the side of Valerna, stopping only inches from him.

- Do you believe in luck?

-Luck? Valerna found the actions of the young woman strange.

-Yes. Tell me, was there any chance of him surviving that fall?

-Impossible, it's just a simple mortal. If even the cultivators above the second kingdom would find death by falling through that abyss, what chance would a mere brat have?

-You're right, but you think badly if you think we were dealing with a simple mortal. You know, luck is part of a person's strength, the stronger their destiny, the greater the luck that accompanies them. I just wanted to make sure that by falling through that abyss, not even God can help him.

- That child, was not he a mere mortal? The heir of the Belius frowned with discontent.

-That does not matter anymore, it's dead ... It's dead. A strange smile bloomed on Thea's face, it was as if a huge feeling of peace invaded her entire being. Soon, her laughter grew stronger, to the point that she began to laugh like a maniac. S-I'm free I'm free, now I can write my own story! Without ties, without pacts, without being tied to that disgusting fate.

Valerna's attitude as she watched that scene unfold was just as impassive as in the beginning. However, due to Thea's strange delusions, he decided to look out of the corner of his eye towards the well that seemed to have no bottom.

«Why do I have a bad feeling?»

....

Dark.

Feeling his body fall through an endless abyss, Arlhen's only companion in his last seconds of existence were the shadows. His short life disappeared before his eyes, his memories passed through his mind while his brain resigned itself to an endless fall.

Soon after, a terrible force caused by the pressure began to crush Arlhen's body, suffocating him with every instant that passed. If it was difficult for him to breathe in the first place, then at that moment it was impossible for him to do so. The palpitations of his heart grew stronger and stronger, as if he were trying to get rid of himself and could explode at any moment ... No, not only was his heart, he became aware of how all his internal organs fought desperately not to be crushed by the terrible pressure.

However, each time the battle increased by many levels, leading to an undeniable defeat. If Arlhen were in front of a mirror, he could see how his blood was spilling from all parts of his body: his mouth, his eyes, his nose and ears. But he did not stop there, then continued through the openings between his fingers and his nails.

Before he realized it, the blood within himself sought the way out as possible, bursting many of his veins and creating wounds throughout his body. Of course, by then Arlhen had long since lost consciousness.

Only a small spark of his life was still not extinguished, but in a situation like that, what hope was there to survive?