(Third person POV)
On a battlefield where intense smoke, sweat, and blood could be smelled in the air, a lone figure in tarnished armor, which has lost its old shine, is standing on the bodies of her enemies and comrades.
Brave knights who had fought with her countless battles were now dead, lying scattered around silent under her feet.
As the sun showered Armaros, her shadow was stretching, showing her alone with a heavy heart filled with grief as she gripped her sword tightly. And each sound of metal touching mixed with cries of agony a reminder of her stand.
Around her, we can see enemy forces, their numbers endless compared to the single knight as they marched towards Armaros with one purpose, their eyes never leaving her figure, and yet She stood there unwavering like a light in the dark that is the enemy. Her eyes filled with determination, filled with promise to her comrades that She wouldn't surrender.
With each swing, she took enemies life, not fighting for honor or survival but for the memories of her friends. No enemies escape her sword, falling one after another, making her swing stronger and stronger, each a tribute to the knights who shared dreams and fears with her. Her movement, even though slower and more tired, was fueled with unspoken resolve.
As the fight dragged on the toll on Armaros grew. Her breath filled with gasps, and her movement became less fluid, filled with despair. The exhaustion was filling her as much as the emotion of grief for her friends that she made the memories with no more gone forever.
The enemies, once filled with confidence, started to falter as they saw her unbreakable spirit. Once arrogant faces are now filled with fear and Respect. Armaros, though injured and tired, continued to fight, seemingly defying human limits.
Finally, as the sun started disappearing and the moon started taking its place, Armaros made her final act. Her speed was slow, but her spirit was unbroken. With her last charge, she cut through enemies, her roars and cries echoing in the night.
The inevitable end came, crushing into overwhelmed and exhausted Armaros as she fell to her knees with his sword slipping through her hands. She stabbed the sword into the ground before her as a final show of resistance. As her consciousness was leaving, her gaze moved toward the sky where she saw morning stars shining.
In her final moments, she felt calm as if she was in the embrace of her mother, once again feeling the presence of her comrades surrounding her in her last silent moments. She had fought not for honor but for her comrades, and in her death, She will become a legend. A symbol of unwavering courage and undying spirit.
As the darkness enveloped her, the battlefield went into somber silence. The enemies could be seen gathering around Armaros' fallen form their eyes filled with evident fear and respect. The knight's final act of defiance became a story that would be told for generations.
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