His labored breath was coming in shallower and shallower gasps and his vision was fading. He finally abandoned his attempts to keep his eyes open and allowed them to shut.
They opened unexpectedly and he found himself looking on a world that was drab and grey, lacking the vibrant colors of a moment before. The chaos of the battlefield was preserved in a frozen, colorless moment.
He tried to move his head, but found he had no strength, just as a moment before. In the distance he saw a figure moving towards him, swaying slowly in a flowing, black cloak.