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
A Battle Repeated
Korra's mouth dropped open at the revelation, her eyes stretching wider than I'd ever seen them before. "N-ninth level?" she stuttered, taking a long moment to find her voice. "You can do that? Summon something like that, I mean?"
Before I could respond, she shook her head. "No, that doesn't matter right now. I believe you. But why not have it crush those armies like it wanted? If it really is ninth level, something like that should be no problem, right?"
I opened my mouth to answer, but closed it again, unsure of what I was feeling, much less how to explain it.