Death released a painful screech, unleashing a magical blast from his person. The screech rendered me stunned as my ears rang and wetness that I knew was blood leaked from them. As my hands returned to normal to hold my sensitive ears, my body was flung backwards from the magical blast. My back hit the ground into a tumble. By the time I stopped, my body was aching everywhere. The ground felt oddly comfortable. How long have I been fighting? How long has it been since Death was brought into the world?