Airagog
And all at once, the universe groaned.
H collapsed as the canon imploded, his skin being seared as shrapnel hit him, making a large hold in his chest and leftover mana burning most of his skin, his clothing having large holes in it as he lay on the ground, the unmistakable smell of burnt flesh in the air as he lay on the floor, the putrid smell of burnt hair, blood, and flesh stung the air as he twitched and slowly got up with a groan. His body was seemingly fine, as though the explosion had never happened as he stood another shambling step forward, undeterred by his death. "I had to... I had to do something... Help? Help how." He spoke to himself as his feet hit the ground with a small thud every time he trudged further along, going inside the castle gates. The first man inside the castle had not come as a brave conquering hero, not as one willing to charge into death, but as a shambling shell of a person, meandering his way through undeterred.