He had been warned. Never trespass on the ancient grounds. Yet he did, and all for what? For one single bounty. As lightning struck the man, the surge of energy rattled his body around. He had never felt so alive until these last moments of his death. His audience, the stoic red ruins and reedy grass stood silent but illuminated by the spectacle. He had heard tales that memories of one's life flash over throughout their mind in the final moments. Instead, all of his demons and worries were completely absent. All left were his sensations, his mindfulness, his peace.
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