A distant ending

Cracks and craters were scattered across the land. The overflowing dark smoke coming from the volcanic eruptions clouded the crimson sky. It was silent, there wasn't a single noise to indicate signs of life. There used to be humans roaming around the area, but now they're corpses on the floor.

The countless bodies of women, children and men suffered the same fate. They showed signs of bloody eyes and ears and broken bones. They were disfigured to the point of questioning if they were even human in the first place.

The mountains of corpses made it difficult to walk anywhere, but then a straight path was formed for the blacksmith. The man hesitated, but he thought that it must be an invitation from whatever awaited him on the other side. The man proceeds. At each step he took on the puddles of blood, the sound rang louder in his ears. The path leads to an open view of the destruction. He could hear the chants of people, "All hail the witch. Bring forth the dragon!" all in unison, repeating over and over again.

The man was at a loss for words, it was a horrendous sight to see. There was nothing but despair in the man's field of vision, an endless sea of flames that could rival the very waters of the ocean. There was nothing but ash in that post-apocalyptic world. It closely resembled the great calamity of 500 years ago documented in history books. The difference was, the cause of the destruction of the kingdom, or the very world for that matter, was done by something else entirely.

-Did you do that?

The man spoke to the shadow in the corner of his field of vision, but he didn't receive a response. It was a dark miasma which covered the body from head to toe, hiding the identity of the thing that was inside. The man unconsciously extended his arm to touch it. The miasma grabbed the man's arm and quickly spread its cursed dark fog around his body. He was not terrified of being eaten by it. In fact, he felt like he was being warmly invited. He could hear a faint familiar voice,

"Welcome home, child."

The man embraced the fog as it welcomed him to a world of iridescent purple. He could only describe the world as nothing else but beautiful. He danced around to the sound of nonexistent music. His soul was filling itself with nothing else but joy. Bloody tears overflowed from the man's eyes as he for once felt complete happiness.

—What's that?

He noticed there was something located that he thought was the center of this world. He rushed towards it with great curiosity. As he drew closer, he began to see what the source of the destruction was.

-No way… It's-!

His eyes began to pour blood. The sound of trumpets rang through his ears to the point where it felt like needles piercing his brain. His bones began to break. His body bent in ways no human body ever could.

Even so, he still kept going towards it. His body yearned for the love it had stored. He thought it was his life's purpose. His sanity was gone. He laughed hysterically at the pain throughout his body. As he got closer, the world around him slowly faded away until it was completely gone.

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