327 My Perfect Foil

Instantly the minotaur clenched onto his heart. It felt as though at any moment it could explode. Blood mixed with cold sweat constantly drenched his body. He looked at Taf, wondering how he did it, damaging his heart like this shouldn't be possible. After all, he was the toughest thing within purgatory. 

Being as tall as he was, even kneeling, he and Taf were the same height. He stared into the face of the youth who knew the answers he desired before his eyes closed. Just one hint maybe of how he did what none before could fathom? 

Yet he was a prideful warrior who saw it beneath him to grovel for answers. 

Seeing him slowly drowning in his blood, Taf gave one of the few mercies available. He disclosed how his death came to be.