"Ok, this is it. We are about to beat back these Alien fuckers once and for all, so we can't mess this up," my teammate Arnold said.
He stood towering over the rest of us due to his class Armor Giant. As long as he wore heavy armor covering his entire body he, his equipment, and his weapons doubled in size, strength, and health. He was covered in pitch-black armor with golden highlights. A giant greatsword hung off his back.
Beside him, to the right, stood Samantha, whose class was War Master, granting her bonuses using all weapons, including her fists. She wore leather armor, and her body had weapons all over it from swords to guns to daggers.
In the back stood Alexander, the Grand Sorcerer who wielded the most powerful magic yet seen on Earth, even his weakest spell capable of removing the top of a mountain. He wore all black robes and wielded a wooden staff.
Alongside him stood Katelyn, the Hierophant, who was capable of bringing people back from the brink of death. She wore red robes similar to Alexander and a blood-red sphere floated above an outstretched hand.
And then there was me, Richard Kane, the Sword Mage. I stood to the left of Arnold, a longsword in one hand, the other free to cast spells. It was the class that best fit me, as I could never decide what I wanted to do. So I became a jack of all trades. Although some may think this made me stronger, it just meant that I could never do something as easy and as well as my other teammates. Still, it allowed me to take up any role that needed a small boost at the moment.
Status, I thought.
Richard Kane
Level: 157 Exp: 36,734 / 315,000
Class: Sword Mage
Strength: 197
Constitution: 196
Intelligence: 197
Physical Defense: 196
Agility: 196
Endurance: 196
Mind: 196
Magical Defense: 196
I couldn't help but worry if I had chosen the right way to go. Perhaps I should have focused more in one direction, but I always wanted to be prepared for anything, so I assigned my stats as evenly as possible after leveling up in dungeons.
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"Yeah, let's go. Can't wait to kick that bastard's ass," Samantha cheered, pulling me from my musings.
"Shouldn't we take a more cautious approach," Alexander advised in a monotone voice, "We don't know the strength of the commander."
Everyone sobered at that comment. The weight of being the 'Five Heroes' was getting to all of us after weeks of fighting through alien ships. What really set us on edge was that yesterday, all the ships that were supposed to be blocking us all got out of the way and let us onto the commander's ship.
"Well," I said, "We'll never do anything if we're just standing here."
"Yes," continued Arnold, "Alex get ready to blast the Gamma guns once we get in there."
Alexander nodded in affirmation and Arnold pushed open the door. The sorcerer blasted firebolts at the guns mounted on the walls of the Command Room. A single blast from them was capable of severely injuring any one of us, so it was important that we got rid of them quickly. In the center of the room sat what looked like a humanoid dragon. A Revakan. He sat leisurely on the chair.
"So, you're the ones who have been destroying my fleet," he growled, "I'm afraid I can't allow that to continue."
He took a sword off of his back. We immediately scattered. Alexander and Katelyn stayed near the walls of the room, preparing spells. Both I and Samantha raced to different sides of the Commander, while Arnold used his taunt ability. But none of us expected what happened next.
The commander appeared right in front of Arnold . . . and sliced him straight in half. Both me and Katelyn began casting healing spells. Katelyn spell landed on Arnold and did nothing. My spell failed from the beginning. I was shaking too much to make the proper hand gestures. I was crying as I saw Arnold die. Not even Katelyn could save him from that. We all began using our super abilities in the hope to avenge our comrade.
Alexander started casting Atomic Beam but never finished when the commander sliced off his head. Katelyn was casting Light of Delphi when the sword pierced her heart. And Samantha, my love, activated Blade Storm. But the flying swords never even broke the skin of the commander as he cleaved her in two.
By the time they were killed my eyes were too blurry to see through. Was it all pointless? The destruction of the Alien Facilities in Europe. Japan's uprising against the Revakans. All the things I'd done with the other Heroes, working towards Earth's freedom.
In a last-ditch effort I activated my class's super ability, Void Blade. My longsword was coated in black magic that looked as if it was sucking in all light in the room. I slashed at the commander, he moved out of the way but not fast enough for my blade to miss his arm. And to both our surprise, my blade cut off his arm. The ability deactivated, unable to be used for another day. The commander's face transformed into a mask of rage as he kicked me. I flew across the room as he picked up his arm and reattached it.
"Well," he scowled at me as I felt my consciousness start fading, "I suppose you are worthy of knowing my name. I am Mongrave.''
And my vision faded to black.
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“Listen, Humans,” a booming voice rolled across Earth.
“Your precious heroes have fallen,” the voice said in a smug voice, “Prepare to be enslaved.”
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Year 2081
“Aaaaah!” I screamed awake.
I looked around and realized I was strapped to a white chair. The walls were all metal. I was confused for a moment before I remembered what happened and realized where I must be.
“Samantha . . .” I mumbled as tears welled in my eyes.
“Hello,” a deep gravelly voice said from behind the chair, “I have a . . . proposition.”