Gammel Hjerte weakly sliced at the Skygger.

He received yet another gash, this time on his hind left leg.

He fell to his knee, panting.

He had no choice.

He Blinked.

He stood, and limped through the Skygger, the Strings of Time shocking him as he moved past them.

He could feel his grip on his magic fading.

He was almost to the door...

When time resumed.

The blade pierced his stomach, driven all the way through by the Skygger.

He coughed up bile and blood, shaking as his final throes wracked his body.

The sword was removed from his stomach, as well as bits of tissue that still clung to its sticky surface.

He keeled over, the Skygger retreating towards the door, behind which Peter had fled.

The world faded.

The Elder of Death...

Died.

Peter limped onwards, his sprained ankle making it difficult to avoid the swipes from the monster...

Just then, the dark world was awash with light.

The beast froze, and light enveloped Peter.

He took a deep breath of fresh air.

Or, as fresh as fresh gets in a train compartment filled with sawdust.

Yeah, Gammel ain't coming back.