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
Remember
With a final pulse of light, the magic circles vanished and the Ice Spirit manifested in the clouds above, finally taking on solid form. Snow, ice, and storm clouds all flowed together to give the elemental form, condensing into a five-hundred-foot-long serpent. It slithered through the air like a water snake in a river, coiling tightly around one of the main towers of the central citadel.
The fortress's defenses came alive around it, and arrows, spells, and streams from the magical artillery collided with the spirit in blinding explosions of light and mana. It hissed furiously and tightened its coils, shattering the tower and defenders atop it.