Professor Snape's steps grew increasingly unsteady, every stride seeming to drain the last ounce of his strength.
Blood gushed from the countless wounds across his body, leaving a winding, horrifying trail in his wake. His face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat poured down his forehead, dampening the disheveled hair at his temples. Yet his gaze remained fiercely resolute, burning with an unyielding determination to achieve his purpose at any cost.
Dragging his heavy frame, he shuffled forward step by step, muttering unceasingly:
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