The Hero Ezekiel.

My vision was blurred and my mind was blank. I felt the weight of my sword in one arm pulling me down, With my head down I can see an open wound on my chest showing my flesh, cut and torn out. My breathing was heavy and my eyes tried to close.

I tried to speak, but the stabbing pain in my lungs wouldn't let me. I used some of my mana to numb my body and stop feeling the pain, to keep my mind awake, I couldn't let myself fall before I knew this man was dead.

In front of me was the body of King Azrath. Ruler of the elves and the Drysicc, and the most terrifying sorcerer I had ever seen.

Even lying on the ground, he looked imposing. A man with white skin and pointed ears, with red eyes still open, as if he wanted to curse me even in death. He was covered in wounds, and even though he lost a leg, I know he could survive. He is so powerful.

I dragged my body towards him and stood beside him, watching him. I never understood his motivations because that's not my job. My job is to protect the people and I know that this man wanted to destroy them. With these few thoughts, I raised my sword again and stabbed it into his orange essence core. It is the only way to ensure the final death of these disgusting beings.

I immediately fell to my knees and knew that I too would die here, in this empty hall with only a throne at the end of the path. My thoughts went back to when I was chosen as an apostle of Decrea, the Goddess of Creation. I was a child then, a weak and hungry child. But Decrea's gift fixed my life, gave me meaning.

The strength I received strengthened my body. I gained the strength of an Inquisitor, even without training, and took control of my life by following the only task the Goddess gave me. To drive the elves and their minions back to their world. I think I succeeded.

I understand that human empires have become absolute monarchical states, and the Church is trying to escape that influence, and even though I do not worship the Goddess of Life, I still have a use.

Actually, with my marriage, the church has regained a lot of influence. The common people always follow the hero, even though I never took that title as if it were official. It's still not enough, they need to do more to regain the political power they once had.

I love her, she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and the only one who treated me with care before I became an apostle. I still remember her walking around the slums, helping everyone with a sweet smile on her face. We were children then, but I still have her image burned into my mind. I only hope that Mikela loved me as much as I loved her.

And I just said that I'm not stupid...

But I know she loved me, we spent 15 years together fighting side by side, and every time I got wounded, I always saw the caring look she gave me as she healed me. It took some time, but after a few years she said it. I remember how happy I was that day.

Sadly, she is not here with me, but that was my choice. I couldn't risk the lives of those I loved. They probably already know I'm here, but I don't think they'll get here in time. I hope they can tell my story, spread my legacy.

I can't heal myself and I feel my soul trying to separate from my body and yet my mind doesn't seem to slow down. I'm trying to find a way out, I don't want to die.

I don't have any regrets at all. Yes, I don't want to die, but I feel that I have accomplished my goal, my mission. Will the goddess take care of my soul? I can only hope so.

My last thoughts go to Victor, my best friend. He is a papal guard. A very strong and dangerous being. I am stronger than him, but Victor has no blessing from a deity.

He is a religious fanatic, but he is a simple man who took care of me when I married Mikela, taught me how to use the sword properly, and was the only one who had no hidden agenda in accompanying me.

We spent a lot of time together. We fought and drank together. Will he be okay? He has been a mess since his son died in the field, for the last few years he has only been doing what the Pope told him to do, and then he will be in a small church in a village praying to the Goddess of Life.

I remember nothing else as my mind fades away, all that remains of me is my desire for peace now that we are free of these disgusting beings.