Lord erizol van bloth, a name depending on the race, would either cause ripples of fear or cries of reverence. But one man unbeknownst to us has become a symbol of hope for the warring states attempting to coalesce against my mighty army.
The peacebringer soura, wielding an affinity for quadra-elements and the gift of eagle sight has rendered my generals useless amidst combat. And no matter the tactics unleashed he's blitzed past them and now stands before me.
A chamber wide as a leviathan's ribcage, dark as a gargoyle's soul and seething with magic akin to a dragon's breath, calling it an architectural masterpiece would be an insult.
"Why do you seek to end me soura? I am but a mere pawn, even past death my army will continue to ravage your cities to garner souls of the damned for that is our nourishment." He stared at me for a couple of seconds while flailing his fingers in mid-air almost as if he was scrolling through the lines of an imaginary parchment.
"The mighty peace bringer soura! Do you take me for a fool?! You battle your way past an army of the damned only to ignore the words of the one you're attempting to rid the world of?" He glanced upon me for a moment and disappeared only to appear right next to the throne inspecting my robe.
Jumping in shock I unleashed a bolt of darkness which howled through the air and missed. He was as quick as a griffin, zapping through the throne room inspecting the pillars and weapons adjourning the armor stands.
'Does he take my castle to be a merchant's wagon?' I blinked in confusion which tumbled over into rage.
Unable to hold back the surging flood of anger, I unleashed a wave of darkness in all directions and struck him in the chest. Soura glanced at me and grumbled something inaudible. He then began wagging at the air and a bowl of roast chicken and two cheese wheels materialized. He went on to consume them in a singular bite before speaking out loud.
"That took out half my health bar man, the fuck!" before covering his mouth and giving a shy smile.
"Wh- what?" Was all I could utter encompassed by a flurry of confused thoughts.
"Yeah so uh you weren't supposed to hear that"
"No, not the Nonsensical utterances you fool, how in mordans name did you consume all of that in a bite? Are you part wyvern? Or do you have the magic of gluttony?! I thought it was just a myth. I- I give up, please spare me!" I kneeled attempting to be spared for the apostles of gluttony who consumed souls and vessels alike.
A faint chime erupted and Soura looked at me with sparkling eyes and squealed.
"This is a custom ending Holy shit"
The world began to chip away and went dark in moments and I couldn't feel my vessel, and then memories began to leak out before reality went blank along with my mind.