Timestamp: Autumn 87, 513
"Someone... Anyone.... Please help..."
Korax experienced another episode. Fists clenched, sweating, his ankle
twisted more.
"AHHHHHH!"
He dared not so much as glance down, realizing his exposed bone was chafing against the rock of which it was stuck. He couldn't breathe. He could barely move. As his vision began to fade, he felt himself vomiting, obviously not prepared for the stinging sensation against his leg as an effect. Gasping, he banged his head against the rock; somehow thinking this would lessen the horrific pain.
An idea resonated through his mind. He groped in his blind darkness for the backpack, laying just barely out of reach. He cursed under his breath.
"Not now, Not now... HELP!" He desperately screamed "HELP ME SOMEONE."
His pleas went unanswered, he felt his final seconds pressed upon him. He gazed up to find the darkened sky, snow-capped peaks camouflaged with the dense cloud cover. Truly a magnificent place to die.
He heard footsteps. His head jolted to find their source.
"AHHHHHHHH!" Korax shouted, ripping apart ligaments and cracking bones. Everything went dark.