The Forsaken Hero
I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement, and I looked down to see the needle. It had slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. There was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. There's always someone else to beat or rape. The regulars would move on quickly. I died. Only...wasn't death supposed to be dark? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY
Battle for the Shard
A blinding pulse of white light erupted from the myriad Mirror Spheres within the inner courtyard, accompanied by a clear, piercing ring that echoed through the streets. The church's soldiers cried out in pain and surprise, stumbling back as the reflected light burned their eyes. The sheer intensity of the blast was enough to knock many of the weaker soldiers off their feet, sending them sprawling across the cobblestones. The shockwave continued past the enemy company, shattering ice formations and toppling buildings weakened by the Ice Spirit's rampage.
Barely a heartbeat later, the air crackled with chaotic energy as the Mirror Sphere spell turned their assault back on themselves. Bolts of lightning, balls of fire, shards of ice, and a thousand other elemental attacks arced out of the heart of the blinding glow, striking the soldiers where they stood. Screams of agony filled the air, mingling with the sharp scent of ozone and burnt flesh.