HERA
In Averia, the mages say, no matter how it happens, either one of three things will occur when you’re seconds away from breathing your last.
Your entire life flashes before your eyes, every bad decision and every good one.
All the people you love are suddenly there, surrounding you with a sense of inexplicable, overwhelming peace.
And lastly, you see what your life could have been…you see the future.
Well, either none of them knew what it was like to die at the hands or jaws of a fierce monstrous beast from the dragon realm looking to make you its dinner, or they were all a bunch of poppycock peddling charlatans.
I am inclined to think it is the former.
But then again I am also about to die so I am not in a very tolerant mood.
Saliva, warm and slimy, drips from the jaws of the
