5: Final fight

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I couldn't see the fight or its beginning, but I could hear the sounds of the Tyrant striking, roaring, and the clash of swords against flesh.

Then I heard a loud crash coming from below the wall and felt heavy footsteps approaching my position.

"Damnation."

A beast is coming towards me. I stood up and finally managed to see what was happening.

Gareth was fighting head-on against the Tyrant while the other five supported him from the sides, holding their own against the Tyrant's claws and tail.

The six of them seemed like a great team fighting splendidly in unison without uttering a word.

I turned my gaze to where the footsteps were climbing and saw one of those creatures running in my direction, clearly eager to consume my soul and flesh.

"Well, it's time to run for my life."

Huh? Why am I still here? Am I trapped by something?

I looked down and saw what was keeping me in place.

My own legs were trembling so much that I could fall at any moment. They didn't respond and kept me rooted in place, at the mercy of the ferocious beast that was now just a few meters away from me.

"SHIT!"

I raised the dagger Gareth had given me, hoping it was strong enough to pierce the creature's flesh.

The deformed dog made a great leap towards me and in mid-air lifted its front paws, ready to cleave me in two.

"MOVE, DAMMIT!"

My body reacted at the last moment and rolled under the creature's claws. As it passed over my body, I thrust my dagger and it easily sank into its flesh, tearing open its stomach and splitting it in two from the momentum of its own leap.

[You have killed a latent beast, minion of the Tyrant.]

The voice of the spell surprised me, speaking to me as if it were in my ears.

I quickly got up and saw Gareth falling alongside the other four beside the edge of the wall.

Wait... Four?

I searched the battle-torn ground and saw Deymos, the scout who had reported on the Tyrant. His stomach had a large hole in it, from which a large amount of blood was dripping incessantly.

I ran towards Deymos, unsure of what I could do to help this boy who was on the verge of death.

But when he heard my steps, he turned his head towards me and his eyes gleamed.

"You! Come quickly here, I need your help."

I didn't know how I could help him in his current state, but I obeyed and approached him.

"I need you to kill me. That thing pierced me with its stinger and I'll turn into one of its creatures if its venom finishes spreading through my bo-"

His speech was interrupted by a torrent of blood that spewed from his mouth and splattered my body. His legs began to twitch and convulse, his feet broke and several claws protruded.

With one last effort, Deymos shouted to me:

"Quickly! Please kill me."

I raised my dagger quickly and followed the poor man's request. I plunged my dagger into his forehead, just as his legs and arms had begun to deform.

[You have killed an awakened human, Deymos.]

Then I ran towards Seignar.

"I'm so sorry to do this to you."

With that, and before the awakened could say anything, I plunged my dagger into his head.

[You have killed an awakened human, Seignar.]

The other two awakened seemed to be unconscious, and I turned my attention to the Tyrant.

Gareth was losing to the Tyrant, who had its jaws closed around Gareth's neck.

He saw me and for a moment his eyes widened.

Then, to my surprise, I saw his sword beginning to emit a bright glow around it.

My blinded eyes couldn't see how the sword exploded beneath the Tyrant's body, ripping its body apart in several places.

After several seconds of being blinded, I managed to regain my sight and saw a gruesome scene.

I saw the Tyrant's body filled with holes all over its massive form, hundreds of small punctures in its stomach and several larger ones between its limbs.

Gareth was a few meters away, his neck bleeding profusely, threatening to take his life at any moment.

My eyes spotted something moving at the other end of my vision and I turned my head...

...only to see the Tyrant still moving.

"No, no, no. Damn it! How the hell can it survive that attack?"

I ran towards Gareth and as soon as I reached him, he lifted his gaze to my face and spoke to me:

"Oh, good... that you... could reach me."

"Gareth! You can't die yet, the Tyrant is still moving. Please don't die now, you must get up!"

He looked at me for a few seconds and spat blood, then spoke:

"No... I can't... move anymore. Use your... the dagger I gave you... you can kill it."

I quickly glanced at the dagger in my hand and then at the disgusting Tyrant struggling to rise, its broken jaw now useless.

"Right... You must kill... kill me. That thing... poisoned me..."

My head quickly turned towards his neck and I noticed a putrid-looking liquid mixed faintly with his blood.

I immediately knew what he meant by poisoned.

"Are you sure about this, Gareth?"

My voice came out lower and more choked than I wanted, but Gareth just nodded his head slightly, confirming.

"Forgive me for this."

I raised my hands and the dagger was raised just above his forehead.

Then I brought it down.

[You have killed an ascended human, Gareth of the Fallen Guard.]

Legion...? No, it's not the time.

I looked back at the Tyrant, which was still moving stubbornly as it tried to rise. I ran towards it with the dagger firm in my hand.

When I reached it, its eyes met mine, filled with corrupt rage, and its broken jaw turned towards me.

But it was too late; its jaw was broken and my dagger had already managed to awkwardly pierce its sunken skull.

The spell spoke again.

[You have killed an awakened Tyrant, fallen guardian of the ruins.]

I waited for a moment for it to announce the end of the nightmare and, as if responding to my thoughts, the spell spoke once more.

"[Wake up, Jonathan! Your Nigthmare has ended.]

[Prepare for evaluation...]