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Blade in hand you charge, revenge in your heart and defiance on your lips. The Abyss will not claim this place as long as you draw breathe.
You collide with their back line, archers, sorcerers and warriors held in reserve, celebrating their part in the victory. They stand no chance against you.
Your blade is death, every blow tearing through defenses. Ichor sprays in the air as you sprint through their lines, every kill making you stronger. A Black Knight moves into your path, and only takes two blows to remove his head from his shoulders.
You feel so much stronger, faster than before. You are a reaper, harvesting your bloody revenge as you work your way up the broken rubble of the wall. They are aware of you now, the horde recoiling on itself as it tries to defeat you. You build to a furious tempo, slaying left and right as the broken body’s of demons spread across the ground until a boulder smashes into you.
You roll to your feet, a bit shaken as a great Demon Lord approaches and laughs at you, it’s laughter shaking the ground.
“What a specimen you are! I will take great joy in adding your skull to my hoard!”
His axe is broad and viscous, two men would struggle to lift it. Your sword has grown chipped through the hundreds of demons you have cut down.
May be time for a replacement.
What do you do?