His eyesight dwindled, his senses were numbing. All he could feel was the cold embrace of the palace halls and hear distance chatter in the far off distance. A voice started to whisper. It was rough, like a rusty sword dragged along a cobbledstone road. He looked again and before him stood the shape of a man yet nothing about the figure was humanlike. The shape didn't speak but instead slowly started moving. Fear of knowing what was coming besieged him but the overwhelming feeling of yet accomplished feats urged the King to draw his sword. With newfound strength and firm eyes the King spoke, "Not yet...".Progress gif of the image: