Breathe These Flames - [T]he [P]erfect [K]ill

Lyrics:
In the aftermath of battle, where shadows still reign,
Gra’Nola stands defiant, amidst the pain.
But Latromac, Yumekui, Liraelis, and Tórcsvár,
They close in on their prey, beneath the evening star.
The Perfect Kill, in shadows’ cruel dance,
Gra’Nola’s fate sealed, by malevolent chance.
With axe in hand, he charges ahead,
But darkness consumes him, leaving him dead.
The Perfect Kill, in shadows’ cruel dance,
Gra’Nola’s fate sealed, by malevolent chance.
With axe in hand, he charges ahead,
But darkness consumes him, leaving him dead.
Yumekui’s power, halts him in his track,
As Liraelis approaches, his heart she will wrack.
She tears it from his chest, a grotesque display,
While Latromac’s webs, ensnare his dismay.
The Perfect Kill, in shadows’ cruel dance,
Gra’Nola’s fate sealed, by malevolent chance.
With axe in hand, he charges ahead,
But darkness consumes him, leaving him dead.
Enwrapped in webs, his struggles are in vain,
As Tórcsvár and Latromac, feast on his pain.
His blood drained, his life fades away,
In the depths of darkness, where shadows hold sway.
The Perfect Kill, in shadows’ cruel dance,
Gra’Nola’s fate sealed, by malevolent chance.
With axe in hand, he charges ahead,
But darkness consumes him, leaving him dead.
Leaving him dead.
Enwrapped in webs, his struggles are in vain,
As Tórcsvár and Latromac, feast on his pain.
His blood drained, his life fades away,
In the depths of darkness, where shadows hold sway.
In the depths of darkness, leaving him dead.
The Perfect Kill, in shadows’ cruel dance,
Gra’Nola’s fate sealed, by malevolent chance.
With axe in hand, he charges ahead,
But darkness consumes him, leaving him dead.
Leaving him dead.
Leaving him dead.
Leaving him dead.
Leaving him dead.
Leaving him dead.
As his vision fades to black, he sees the Father’s face,
A grotesque visage, of death’s cold embrace.
“You’ve failed,” it whispers, as the world begins to still,
Gra’Nola’s name echoes, in the silence, a final chill.
As his vision fades to black, he sees the Father’s face,
A grotesque visage, of death’s cold embrace.
“You’ve failed,” it whispers, as the world begins to still,
Gra’Nola’s name echoes, in the silence, a final chill.
A final chill.
A final chill.
Chill.
Chill.
Chill.
Story:
The battle appears over with the Father of Bones and the Necrotic Nexus coming out on top, however, Gra’Nola will not give up. Gra’Nola, axe in hand, charges at Tórcsvár, only to be stopped by the Yumekui's hive mind. Gra’Nola frozen in place not knowing why he can't move, has his heart ripped from his chest by Liraelis. He is then ensnared in webs by Latromac, and then Latromac and Tórcsvár drain Gra’Nola of all of his blood. Everything for Gra’Nola fades to black and all he sees is the face of the Father of Bones before him. The Father of Bones whispers to Gra’Nola telling him that he has failed and everything that Gra’Nola was ceases to be.