"The spires that rose above his head (and, unnervingly, below his feet) were both older than life and younger than his last breath. Reality twisted like a cloth wrung between two fists. As the Fade swept around him, vast and alien as an ocean, Hawke found he had nothing but his own will to cling to.
As the massive shadow swallowed him in darkness, he prayed to the Maker that it would hold."
Mix for Hawke's last stand.
cover art c) bagoflimbs