Bloodmancer: Hero of Ruin
To be a hero is a curse, not a blessing. It's a simple truth Leon learned in the most painful of ways. He heroically slaughtered all the enemies of his president. Heroically purged those who opposed his master. And heroically brought doom to those who cried under the boot of the world's dictator. Leon saw the death of his family; a result of the events he set in motion himself. He saw his beloved city turn into ruins, scorched by the radioactive flames of the nuke he set off. His title was as cheap as his life. And in the only act of rebellion he could find, he heroically put an end to his life... And the world he helped to destroy. 'All of this happened... But why am I hearing a self-entitled voice calling me a failure?' Leon couldn't help but ponder. 'No, that's not it...' he quickly corrected himself. 'How can I hear anything if I evaporated in the wake of the nuke I detonated myself?'
Coming out
Leon stepped out from the woodlands right as the sun was about to hide behind the line of the horizon.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, holding the air in his lungs for a long while before finally letting it out.
'The air of the open space sure does taste differently,' he thought, slowly opening his eyes.
The first thing he noticed upon taking a proper look at his surroundings was a group of three people standing guard off in the distance.
It took only a moment for them to notice the bloodmancer. And as soon as there was some movement among them that indicated it, one of them rushed off in a direction Leon could remember the mercenary camp to be in.
The other two… simply stood in their place. One of them took several steps to the side before looking along the entire front of the forest while the other one simply kept his eyes focused on Leon's frame.