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
Chamber of the Shard
The demon army was spread out over the canyon, small and black like a swarm of insects. Their position was dangerously close to the ridge where the Last Light Company waited for our return. Their forward forces engaged with the cursed soldiers in light skirmishes, battling for dominance of the road approaching the first fort.
Fortunately, they didn't advance beyond that, seeming content to wait outside the gate. They'd already begun to entrench, using magic to terraform the ridges and valleys to create natural barriers that protected them from anything the soldiers tried to throw at them. From my vision, I knew they were planning to wait for reinforcements, but that position wouldn't last for long.