All of this is too much for you to handle. You know you’re dead, but you still feel afraid. You don’t know what to make of any of the shit Warnov just said and you don’t care, all you want to do is run away from all of this.

You take off running in a random direction with a confused stated of mind, not really knowing what is going to come next. You’re so overwhelmed by confusion and fear that you don’t even notice how much faster you’re actually moving.

You aren’t paying attention to too much of anything until you feel Warnov tackle you to the ground.

Warnov quickly snaps your neck so you can’t move and looks a little mournful as he crouches near you.

“I’m sorry human. I should’ve known better. Not everyone is meant for the gift. It is with great regret that I must now kill you. Such a loss…for both races.”

Warnov pulls out a silver blade and jams it into your heart before cutting your head off and putting an end to your short undead life.