Deep in the night, sounds of swords clashing filled the air. Screams rang and were cut short. The earth shook. Among all this, was a battle between two figures who flickered like lightning.

A grey silhouette and a large black silhouette danced in the darkness. Occasionally, bright flashes would fill the sky, illuminating their faces. The man in grey had a look filled with rage, while the man in black’s laughter filled the sky.

“Cry out! Fall into despair! Writhe like the worms you are, as you encounter the same fate as your companions!! ”

The man in grey looked in despair at his surroundings. All around, he saw the sights of his men smashed, cut in half, as they continued to hold back the tide of demons. They were dropping like flies he realized. And then, he looked back.

Behind him, lay the bodies of his friends. The priestess who convinced him to fight was gone, turned into a pile of ashes by the dark flames.

The warrior, who taught him his skills as a swordsman, was standing still with sword in hand, as if guarding the priestess. It would’ve been a normal sight, but his head was missing.

The archer, who followed him from the forests of their hometown, was perhaps the most peaceful of them all. She had a hole where her heart was.

The thief, whom he saved and brought him to the path of light stood still, turned to stone by a dark, dark magic.

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And the mage, the one who stayed by his side, his ever faithful companion. She was gone, her soul shattered, as her body lay waste to the rest of his soldiers.

They’re all dead

Why

Why must it be this way?

As the hero fell deeper and deeper into the abyss of despair, an image appeared in his mind.

It was a picture of his friends, the priestess, the warrior, the archer, the thief, and the mage.

Smiling.

With a shout, the Hero brandishes his sword.

“Let this end with one last blow!”

“I beseech the heavens, Grant… Me…

Strength!”

He rushes at the the figure in black, as his foe raises his sword in exchange.

The Demon Lord poured all his mana into the sword, till the otherworldly sword began cracking with power. He shouted, “Et Um Katapa………….Otavpac,” a long chant which caused the sword to burst in black flames.

And, as if the heavens granted the Hero’s prayer, a pure white light shone upon his sword, as he himself began burning in white flame.

They clashed.

The world shattered.

And the battle was over.

All creatures looked upon the figure who was still standing. Only a few hundred of the Alliance Assault Force remained, surrounded by millions of demons.

Then, as rays of sunlight began shining down on the tattered castle, illuminating with its light, casting away the darkness, the demons fled, hiding in the deep crevices of the earth.

The Hero had banished the darkness.