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The fallen creatures in front of Ambrosius quickly regained their footing and joined the attack. It was only moments before the hairy beasts had grabbed onto his arms and legs in an attempt to rip them off. Ambrosius was now off the ground in a tug-of-war for body parts.

This was it. This was how the great Ambrosius was going to die, devoured by wild animals. No longer will he be remembered for the Dovenar Civil War. Instead, the death of the Grand Council will ring in the ears of those who would speak his name.

In one last-ditch effort, Ambrosius pushed away the pain for a brief moment. Pulling all of his energy into focus in that fraction of a second, he shoved as hard as he could in every direction.

He was airborne and there was silence. Calm encapsulated his body and mind as he floated and began to recall the memories of his life. He wondered if he had died.

A wave of wind interrupted his bliss followed by a thunderous crack of tree limbs. It was the last sounds he heard as he crashed back to earth, knocking him unconscious.