[ WP ] The hero beats the villain by stooping even lower .

`` I will not fail'' 
 
 He starts to stand up, crouching and cringing from the pain 
 
 `` I will -- not fail'' 
 
 He looks around, surveying, hunting for his quarry 
 
 `` I -- ugh -- not fail'' 
 
 He crawls atop his fallen comrades, burnt to black from a familiar trade. 
 
 `` I... I'm sorry'' 
 
 He reached for the hearts of his friends. Grabbing it from the inside of their cavity. The heart, fragile but still beating mildly. He tugged it out, their life force abruptly ending. 
 
 He crawled to the familiar cadaver. His head pierced at the left side, and scorch marks on the right. He seems to be immobile, but conscious still. 
 
 `` Hhhhhoooo ddssss itttt fffeeeeeeellll... ttttooooo sshhhooottttt -- - 
 **wheeze** 
 baaaacckkkk'' 
 
 He placed his friends's heart around the cadaver, tensing the ground with a tinge of power 
 
 `` Yyyyoooouuuu sssoooouuuught thhheee poweerr I haaavve too dsstrooyy meee. Noooowwww whhaaattt'' 
 
 But in his mind, there's only one thought. 
 
 I. Will. Not. Fail. 
 
 A soft pressure swept across the cavern. Minutes have passed, and the place is still dead silent. Not even their veins hold any beat, or heat. 
 
 He starts to stand up. But now he does n't feel any pain. He ca n't hear the moans of his pain, nor can he hear the thrum of his heart
