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
Overcoming
The cathedral was gone, leaving a gaping void in the courtyard. I stared at the emptiness, my tail twitching nervously, then rubbed my horn in disbelief. Even the cobblestones beneath it, along with its very foundation, had vanished, leaving me standing on soft dirt and unworked rock. The rift in fate seemed to have never existed, but even more shocking was the absence of the Shard of Omniscience. Could something so massive and imbued with mana truly be moved so effortlessly?
The only remnants my realm had left behind were the blood and corpses that had littered the cathedral. They lay scattered where they had fallen, staining the dirt a dark crimson. Many were piled together, having fallen from different levels, but now they formed a macabre heap. My gaze was drawn to two small bodies beneath the space the Shard had once occupied.