[Gigantic Gregory], who now was on his final flailing phase, struck down with a blow that was meant to crush worlds.

And it would have.

If it wasn't for the realm and those damn adventurers.

As if he could never win.

One cannot battle their fate, he knew this, but he smashed down regardless of his thoughts. In defiance of it all.

But what was worst of all, he felt as if he was cursed to lose again and again.

With everything thrown into his ax of despair, his blow came down with a force powered by all his dread and angst.

Only to be caught...

Blinking, he looked down at the figure who held his ax between two gauntleted fingers, in disbelief.

How is this possible…

He muttered a new line of dialogue.

One that broke the realm.

Gregory's face contorted and dark particles scrambled to adjust the shift in realms.

Looking down, the man who bore armor that glittered and broke with a power that Gregory had never witnessed before, he was met by a smile that he knew held darkness behind the crystal white's of his teeth.

A grin cold and sure of himself.

The man with the pulsing plate said:

Time to join your sons.

[Fydor's Guillotine]

The words were followed by a sharp noise that sliced the air and everything else as well.

Everything happened so very fast thought Gregory as his he was now facing the ground.

Why am I looking at the floor, and how am I soo close? He thought.

Then, his vision was taken up a few feet, but nothing compared to his original stature.

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A face appeared.

It was the man with that vile smile.

Looking deep into the man's eyes, his being shivered.

You are not what the realm wants.

He managed to whisper as his head became a dust of light and faded off into the dark space where everything goes only to be brought back again.

The man stood still and calm as the head of the boss floated away into nonexistence.

He smiled, then frowned at what came next.

Better put, what didn't come.

It's all junk rares and epics, boss.

Said the pickup crew as they scattered to identify all the items before their boss was angered.

With a scowl the man in the shining plate that glowered with a presence unfit, shoved his way throw the men who worked for him and not with him.

"Let me see, move"

He knew his men hardly made mistakes, but to go ten runs without a single gear above epic, now that must be a mistake...

Moving his hand through the gear, he sighed in recognition of defeat.

We must be thrifty, gold is sparse and gear even more so.

Straight to the auction house, boys!

He bellowed as he had seen enough.

Like clockwork, the party around him began filling bags of loot. Everything was then to go straight to the market manipulators that ensured that they achieve the most from their auctioned gear.

As he exited the dungeon, he made his way through the tents and huts that had sprouted like weeds around the newly unlocked dungeon.

In three hours the whole dungeon mobs, shrines and bosses would respawn. This gave him time to think and rest before the next run.

Straining, his forehead pulsed and throbbed at the thought of his new fixation.

Those damn bastards, he muttered.

Just wait…he said as he passed into his tent and began unclipping his armor set. Admiring himself in his warlock's mirror, he knew there was no man on this realm that could compete with him, no man with a complete legendary set.

The thought of reaching the top filled him with a confidence that no aura from any enchantress could ever conjure.

But that's not what the man who stared into the mirror loved most about being at the peak, at the pinnacle of the realm.

What he loved most…

He grinned violently.

What he loved most, was kicking down those that climbed after him.

Watching as they fell spiraling down the peak of our realm.

The only shame was that when you're that high up, you can't hear the splatter at the bottom.

The Path would meet their end soon, he said proudly.

What was that baby? Did you get a good drop.

A sleepy voice came from the end of his tent where his women rested.

She was a seductresses and a healer worth her weight in gold.

Did anything drop?

He stayed quiet.

Which she took as his answer.

Hurry up and get back to bed, so I can have you ready for the next run, baby.

He smiled with one that spoke of fate.

Of a fate that shatters the fates of others.