Cold…that was all that he felt. The world was a pit of nausea and vertigo, his thoughts swimming faster than his body. The wave of endless darkness had crashed into the group with a thunderous roar, decimating the ground with earth-shattering force.
Though his eyes were closed, he had heard the screams from Rani and hints of a curse from Willow. He found himself surrounded by billowing waves of abyssal waters.
His arm was clamped tight on his nose, his ears filled to the brim with the detestable liquid.
Ahh, I'm going to die. Why…?
Why was he going to die? What had he done to deserve it?
Why? Why? Why!?
Nothing…
He had done nothing, but the world was cruel. It punished weakness, but Leonidas wasn't weak, not by any means. He was probably one of the strongest in his age group…yet he was still dying.
Barbossa…yes, it's all his fault. He knew this was going to happen, he knew!
