"Rast..." Arnulp called out, his voice uncharacteristically soft, trembling with a mixture of confusion and regret.
He wanted to ask where Rast had gotten the pouch with the hibiscus embroidery, the same intricate design that Lavatri had once given him.
But Rast's eyes were already closed, his breathing had stopped, and his body lay still.
A pool of blood had formed around Rast, soaking into the earth, dark and ominous.
"Rast...!" Arnulp shouted, desperation creeping into his voice.
He dropped to his knees beside Rast, his mind racing with questions that would never be answered.
The weight of his actions and the realization of what he had done pressed down on him like an unbearable burden.
"No, please, Rast…,"
The sound of thunder roared and torrential rain poured down, adding to the chaos as Sopheor arrived, his massive form silhouetted against the stormy sky.
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