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
Closing the Gate
At Captain Bethiv's command, the Last Light Company plunged into the yawning mouth of the crevasse. Scarcely had the first entered the darkness then demons rushed out to meet them, claws extended, their icy scales clacking together like glass. Shouts erupted from the men as they released a wave of magical techniques, filling the tunnels with fire and sun. They forged ahead quickly, cutting a path through any of the higher-level demons that survived the bombardment.
"As we enter the tunnels, we'll be forced to rely on your magic," Bethiv said seriously. "The demons can come from anywhere, any direction, and we won't be able to defend from their spells."
"I-I don't know if can protect you all," I stammered.
"You don't have to. We just need to survive long enough to close the gate," he replied softly. Without another look back, he drew his sword and charged into the crevasse.