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 Report
"Wait and pray."
The words echoed hollowly in my ears and tasted like ash in my mouth.
Where had that ever gotten me? I had fought so hard and endured so much, only to find myself trapped once more, this time by my own failing body. I knew what Elinore didn't—that the spreading decay was likely linked to the rift Haven had absorbed. That realm was deeply intertwined with my soul, and such a drastic change would inevitably weaken my resistance. It wouldn't have been a major issue under normal circumstances, but the damage I'd sustained during the battle with the Circle had set a dangerous chain of events in motion.
A wave of despair washed over me, threatening to drown me in its icy depths. But then I remembered the vision, the haunting image of Elise's twisted smile and vacant eyes, her perverse joy that I, too, was begging to be raped. I couldn't give up, not now. Not when she needed me more than ever.