[SE] Ignore all the burdens that you keep

Tryin' to wash away all the blood I've spilt
This lust is a burden that we both share

It took a massive effort to fell the final fyrhund. Liam was losing blood at a staggering rate, but adrenaline kept him on his feet long enough to complete his task and banish the creature into oblivion. When the fyrhund was finally crumpled upon the ground in a heap, Liam stared at it, chest heaving, painfully aware of just how close he’d come to dying this day, and reminded once again just how powerful Maea was. He’d need to get stronger, if he was going to keep his promise to her; at this rate, she’d outlive him for sure.

But for now, winning their battle was enough, and Liam slowly lowered his sword as Maea lowered her massive head, eyes pale and iridescent, marking the black dragon as unmistakeable her. The soldier regarded her with a quirked brow. ”Did I know you could do that?” he mused, a teasing lilt to a voice that shook subtly with exhaustion.

Using the blade, Liam cut a few strips from his shirt before sheathing the sword in a fluid, practiced motion. Then he began to bind his wound, wincing faintly as the depth of the wound became apparent. No longer carried by the adrenaline of the fight, he started to tremble, and his fingers slipped as he tried to tie off the makeshift bandage with one hand.

Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt

Liam