"Cursed breath, no longer running, but barely delirious, rearranging my legs. Everything in my chest is burning, I'm on my last legs. Everything... finish, I was driven like some kind of animal, a deer, and a flock of wolves, or rather, undead, literally on my heels, directing me to one known target. Cliff... driven to the slope of the rock and that's it, there is nowhere else to run...