A dark shadow expanded upon the ground, stretching its long fingers forward as Grall ran. Fear gripped his throat, fear and wonder as a large winged beast swooped down on him swinging her sword. Grall leapt back blocking the blade with oathkeeper, the vibrations shot up his arm numbing his body.

He stared into those beautiful hazel green eyes as he tried to fight back against her overwhelming strength. Grall cursed his inability to focus, his powerless to stop this, and glanced to the side where a lone girl stood watching teary eyed. The winged creature let out a piecing scream as she pushed back on Gralls blade with all her strength, sending Grall flying.

This was it, this was the end of the world, Grall realized. If he's going out, then he's going out fighting. Grall stood up and faced the creature, he held his sword firmly and drew a breath, his last breath, then charged forward his sword at the ready.

Grall awoke from his fevered dream, finding himself on the ground, those he knew and loved staring down at him. Was it all a dream? He wondered as he sat up.

He felt fine, better then fine. He felt like he had just woken to a new power. Grall sat in place pondering this, it wasn't until he noticed a slight fluctuation of the air that he realized what had happened. Hurrying over to Tyril, he asked to be transported somewhere, anywhere they may be able to speak alone.

This was when Grall muttered the words that he thought he would never hear, let alone say. "I have become a God."