the end

blood trickled down my mudsplashed face as i tried to steady myself from the blow of a club by a fey that i had just killed. All around the sound of iron clanging with iron and flesh as hordes of horned devils seemingly dismantling all the men that have gathered to the capital in humanity's last attempt to defend its last hopes. Above, fire and ice rained down as the twin-dragons and a host of wyverns spelled the end of what was supposed to be the world i had been summoned to save. After years of training hard and gaining experience in this world where magic, dungeons and monsters existed, i had become this kingdom's hero and pushed the enemy's forces to a near defeat. It all changed when my party stormed the demon king's palace and put an end to his reign of terror. The dying words of the old king still vivid in my mind, gave me an unpleasant feeling that was very odd in that situation. His eyes went straight through mind as if he understood all the trials and quests i have endured to be able to be in this situation