But the old captain had been swept away. He was gone from sight.
Submerged in the water, the old man did not die immediately.
And in the swift, murky currents, the old City Guard could faintly hear a multitude of sounds.
The tense discussions from the shelters... the cries for help from the city's women and children... the even more desperate wails of the hopeless... the frantic shouts and spellcasting from the beleaguered City Guard Army and adventurers...
As he sank into the water, the old man, for some unknown reason, could suddenly hear the entire city's anguished cries, and the sounds of others fighting back against this desperate situation.
'It's not so bad.'
He wasn't afraid of death. Honestly, that was what the old City Guard truly thought. 'The apocalypse is coming anyway, so it doesn't seem to make much difference whether I die sooner or later.'
