[It's a strange thing, to see one's end directly in front of one's self, and know it cannot be stopped. It brings an odd peace instead of panic, and a calmness of the mind once fate has been accepted. Chrom knows he's not going to survive this, he's just too close. Even if he does, his injuries will be too severe for him to keep up the fight.]
[He braces himself, gripping Falchion with both hands as he closes his eyes and bows his head.]
Sacrifice.
[He isn't sure if evoking the power through word is enough, but the willpower to exchange his life in exchange for a grievous blow against the Ultima Weapon is definitely there.]
[Whether it works, or if the Ultima spell claims him too swiftly, the ending is the same. Chrom lies in a still heap upon the ground, the tattered white cloak a funeral shroud as crystal starts to collect around his lifeless body.]
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[He braces himself, gripping Falchion with both hands as he closes his eyes and bows his head.]
Sacrifice.
[He isn't sure if evoking the power through word is enough, but the willpower to exchange his life in exchange for a grievous blow against the Ultima Weapon is definitely there.]
[Whether it works, or if the Ultima spell claims him too swiftly, the ending is the same. Chrom lies in a still heap upon the ground, the tattered white cloak a funeral shroud as crystal starts to collect around his lifeless body.]