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
Battle Beneath the Shard
"Attack!"
Commander Barron's battle cry split the skies, his wyvern leading the rest of the Death Wings in a reckless dive toward us. Similar shouts joined with the earthshaking charge of the church's infantry, whose leveled spears and shields advance through the outer courtyard. Bethiv led the majority of our troops to the gate and headed them, the neat and orderly lines collapsing in a pitched battle.
With the gates secure with their vigilante presence, I turned my attention to the sky. The few mages and archers we had launched a volley skyward, picking off several wyverns and their riders. But most screamed right through the onslaught, relying on their rapidly accelerating velocity and enchanted armor to keep them alive long enough to make it to the ground.