Our hero, battered and broken, shuffled his steps into the the ever-warming arms of the woman he loves. Accepted with honey-laden words too sweet for the ears, he laid his head upon the lap of his snow-haired princess, all too aware of her state of mind. With this current world diminishing around them, not a sound but loving whispers filled the darkened air of the Tomb. Knowing his fate, he drowned softly in her love, and the pain of his wounds, grave indeed, had given way to numbness. Silently, his spirit left him, and the maiden, with her amethyst eyes brimming with love, looked into his, which had gone dark with the passing of his life. With a soft, radiant smile, she kissed him, and with this, the fate of this world was sealed with a kiss of cold, unerring death.