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
Ambush
Another explosion drew my attention away from Korra and Gayron towards a battle raging much closer to our position—two battles, in fact.
In the devastated ruins of a nearby fort, Kahlen was engaged in a fierce duel with a High Inquisitor. The man wielded two greatswords with blades longer than I was tall, his movements effortless despite the heavy plate armor that covered him from head to toe, leaving only his glowing golden eyes exposed. The tips of his swords trailed shimmering ribbons of light, a lingering sword-slice effect that could cut for nearly a minute after the initial strike.
Kahlen, however, appeared utterly unfazed. He stood with his arms folded, a bored expression on his face, as his four swords fought the inquisitor independently. Each blade glowed with different elemental power, weaving through the net of sun magic the inquisitor erected to strike at him directly, effectively suppressing his every move.