I found myself kneeling beside Harry's dying body, my trembling hands trying to stop the blood that kept pouring out of the wound in his chest. The arrow that had pierced him was still lodged in his body, its tip black as coal, a cruel reminder of the reality my mind refused to accept.
"Why?" I asked, my voice broken as my throat tightened into a knot. "Why did he have to die?"
The answer was silence. An unbearable emptiness that seeped into every corner of my soul, like a dull echo reverberating inside my skull. Despair enveloped me, so dense it seemed to suffocate me.
Suddenly, a strange sound broke the silence. There were growls, screeches, and something else—something that made my skin crawl and my heart pound wildly, like a drum gone mad. I looked up, a growing fear paralyzing me, and then I saw them.
They were demons. Horrific creatures, taller and more massive than I could have ever imagined. Their armor, forged from an unknown alloy, glinted with a dark, malevolent sheen. Their faces, hidden behind grotesque helmets, showed only their eyes—two burning embers lit with endless hatred.
"Damn demons!" I screamed, my voice raw with anger and fear. "You can't win!"
But a part of me knew the truth. I was surrounded. There was no escape. My body felt heavy, as if despair itself was chaining me to the ground. No matter how much anger I felt, there was no way I could face them.
"This is ridiculous," I thought bitterly as hopelessness took hold of me. "I can't win against them."
The demon who had killed Harry turned to another of its kind and whispered something in a language I didn't understand—a series of guttural sounds that rumbled in my head like an ominous warning. The other demon nodded and began advancing toward me, its steps echoing on the pavement like the drumbeat of a grim march.
"This is the end!" I shouted, feeling terror seep into my bones. "There's nothing I can do!"
A sharp pain, like a thousand needles piercing my skull, suddenly overtook me. I screamed, clutching my head as I felt blood start to trickle from my nose. My vision blurred, and the world around me began to fade.
"Damn it!" I roared, helplessness tearing me apart from the inside. "Why can't I do anything?"
Then I saw the strange symbols floating in the air around the demon. They glowed with a sickly light, like neon signs in the darkness. Horror washed over me as I realized those symbols weren't mere decorations but manifestations of a power I couldn't comprehend—a power far beyond anything I had ever imagined.
"This is impossible," I thought as a cold shiver ran down my spine. "I can't win against them."
The promise I had made to Harry to survive for his sacrifice weighed on my heart like a leaden slab. I wanted to keep it; I needed to keep it. But reality struck me with brutal force. I was defenseless, trapped in a situation I couldn't control.
"Damn demons!" I screamed again, my voice cracking, filled with a fury that mingled with despair and pain.
The demon drew closer, and I knew the end was near. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the final blow, for the pain that would follow and mark my end. But instead of death, I felt something different—something unexpected: resignation. I knew there was nothing more I could do. My time had come.
Just as I was about to accept my fate, a vortex opened in the sky, far above, suspended in the air like a tear in reality itself. From it emanated a wave of energy, a blinding light that contrasted with the darkness surrounding me. The shockwave hit me hard, lifting me off the ground and throwing me backward. My body staggered, but my eyes couldn't tear away from the spectacle before me.
From the vortex emerged angelic beings, majestic and terrifying at the same time. They had three pairs of wings that spread like a golden glow in the darkened sky, and their armor reflected the light like mirrors but with a radiance beyond anything earthly. Each of them held a silver trumpet, and when they played, the sound that echoed was not music but divine thunder that shook the foundations of the earth itself.
"Damn demons!" I screamed once more, my voice resonating with renewed anger and desperation. "You can't win!"
But the Angels paid no attention to me, nor to the humans who might still be in danger. Their gazes were fixed on the demons, an unyielding determination shining in their eyes as they prepared their weapons for the attack.
Without warning, the Angels raised their spears of pure, white energy, a light that burned the eyes, and one of them shouted with a voice that resonated in the air: "All of them!" In an instant, the sky filled with flashes of light as the Angels unleashed their power on the demons. The spears cut through the air with lethal precision, striking the demons' bodies and causing explosions of light that illuminated the darkened sky.
At first, the Angels' voices were like an incomprehensible noise, a hum that echoed in my ears without forming words. But as the battle intensified, I started to feel a buzzing in my eardrums as if my ears were tuning into a different frequency.
And then, suddenly, everything made sense. The Angels' words became clear; their voices were strong and authoritative, filled with commands and orders. They spoke of "purifying" the earth, of "expelling" the demons. The demons, in turn, responded with growls and shrieks of rage, their voices filled with hatred and defiance.
"This is incredible!" I thought, my mind struggling to process what I was seeing. "I can't believe what's happening!"
As I watched the battle, the sounds, the lights, the emotions mixed into a chaotic whirlwind inside me. Every passing moment, every arrow shot, every word spoken made me feel smaller, more insignificant. It was as if I were witnessing a war beyond human comprehension, a struggle between primordial forces, and I was nothing more than a spectator trapped in the middle of a conflict far too great to understand.
And then, as the Angels and demons continued to fight, as light and darkness intertwined in a deadly dance, one single idea clung to my mind, as strong and as clear as day.
"Survive," I told myself. "For Harry... for everything... survive!"