spokeishere.!

You lay in a cold obsidian room, coughing up blood and desperately clutching your last totem. Spoke mercilessly gripped the hilt of his netherite sword, towering over you.

— You know, Jamato, we really could be the best of friends. I'm almost ashamed to see the former leader of Null and my friend in this state. But you should also know that every time I spared my "friends" this just so they wouldn't bite me. I won't be a fool anymore, I'll finish you off like the others. Right now.

He took a step towards you, smiling almost with feigned pity.

• then you will understand that no one is going to help you. Everyone has already abandoned you. You are alone and-

Before you could answer, Spoke interrupted you with a frightening whisper, causing your body to go cold.

• Dzhamato... like all people, you...

He quickly began to reduce the distance, already raising his sword.

• You will never be the one to see me fall.

He dealt a devastating blow, causing your totem to shudder and flicker green around you. You were down to one HP, which really panicked you.