A start

"Yes we will meet again soon."

Her end was near and he knew it. Her pale complexion and lifeless gaze staring deep into his soul. A simple smile adorned on her face as her brown eyes closed for the last time. He lost the last friend he had left. The one he grew the closest with. The one that melted his cold heart. Right there in his arms with a smile on her face. A few simple words changed her last dying thoughts. Why did it have to end like this. So much was lost for nothing. All that was fought for. It was for nothing now.

Hope.

A forgotten thing in the past. And yet the hope for them to meet again soon was in her mind before fading away to the emptiness. He looked at her smile and hoped they would meet in the afterlife if there was one. Setting her gently down onto the ground as he stood up a sudden surge of red aura gathered around him. The surrounding of giant monstrous corpses and hard rock plain started to shake. The endless horde of monsters that brought humanity to the brink of extinction. They would never stop and he had no way out. He would be trampled if he fled. A last stand of a dead man walking. A fierce determination shone in his bright crimson eyes. The sound of loud beating drums approached faster by the second. His heart pounding and blood rushing. He gripped his silver sword tightly as his red aura grew at a extreme rate.

= The Final Stand has been activated. Berserker Mode activated.

Warning! Power overload will cause fatal damage to host. Cancel activated skills? Yes/No? =

"No"

Blood began to ooze out of his mouth as he gritted his teeth. His aura began to boil and spread. The skin on his body started to burn away due to the extreme heat. He soon became a beacon of red light. He could see the hoard closing in. Hundreds of thousands of foul monsters of different sizes came hurdling to him. He flashed across the hoard with an uncontrollable hatred. The beserker made him lose control but it also gave him immense power. In seconds his sword slashed and cut several in pieces. A nonstop blur of death approaching and killing anything in the way. Burning corpses kept falling one after another. He would not stop until his dying breath. If he was going to die he would kill as many as he could. Nothing escaped his burning blade as it tore and cut everything it touched. Blood started to ooze out of his orifices before burning away. His body was disintegrating slowly but despite the excruciating pain he moved fast and swiftly. The corpses kept piling but the hoard would trample over it and keep going. Nothing stopped them even if it were their own. He knew he didn't have much longer as cracks formed all over his body. He would turn into ash soon. He lifted his sword up as his aura surrounded it.

Fire of Dawn. The skill that saved him many times was going to be his final strike.

Bam!

His sword crashed into the ground as the earth shattered and a immense blast of bright hellish fire burned everything in it's path. Thousands upon thousands of monsters turned to ash in a instant as several hundreds of others had burnt off body parts. His body started to turn to ash in itself. His last thought was of meeting her. A smile before his ashes scattered away.