"Please, I will talk, I will talk no more, no more."
"Don't kill me anymore, I beg you. Whatever you ask, I will answer."
The twin priests banged their heads on the scorched earth, begging and sobbing. The eerie overlap in their voices was long gone.
The ethereal superiority that gave them the transcendent aura of being above all life, ingrained into their bones, was long worn away.
How couldn't it? How many times had they experienced gruesome, painful deaths?
They'd lost count, but the brutal consistency had slowly worn their edge out. Their minds had fractured, and they couldn't take anymore.
That aside, they could feel their source dwindling. The blood reserves definitely couldn't suppress their undying nature for too long.
And the fear of death that once seemed absent in their hearts slowly reared its head.
They knew if this continued any longer, they would die for real!
