Everything was on fire.

Evil spread all around the town, destroying and killing everything in sight.

Some beams of light would occasionally appear randomly but could do nothing against the darkness awaiting.

Calig was kneeling on the ground. His face was very pale and his eyes were bloody.

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"Why?! How did it come to this?!" His voice was no longer the manly voice that gave everyone hope and courage. No, it was the voice of a demon.

"This was not what I wanted!!" He shouted with all his might.

A figure slowly appeared behind him. When he saw Calig's appearance, he knew that it was hopeless. He had to die.

He slowly raised his staff and pointed it at Calig.

"I'm sorry boy. I wish things could end differently."