"Is… is this how it ends?" he grasped, each word barely escaping his lips. His chest heaved, breaths coming in shallow, ragged gasps. The world around him blurred, the edges closing in as his strength ebbed away. He could feel the weight of his fate pressing down on him, like the crushing grip of inevitability.
"We… we were friends," he wheezed, blood staining his lips as his knees buckled. "Why… why did you do this to me?" His voice trembled, but his eyes burned with a mix of disbelief and anguish, like a dying star on the verge of collapse. The betrayal stung, deep and raw.
Before him stood six figures, each a towering presence in their own right, each a living testament to the powers they had once shared with him. But now, they were the architects of his downfall—the ones who had betrayed him.
"Haha, we just wanted to make sure you don't get any stronger than you already are," said the man with fiery red hair, a proud smirk tugging at his lips. The Shield God. Ever the embodiment of strength. His words dripped with a quiet venom, as if each syllable was another nail in the coffin of their once unbreakable bond.
"Don't make him suffer to match Raphael," said a shady-looking woman wearing a dark cloak, standing just out of everyone's view. The Shadow God.
She had the kind of presence that made you feel like your own shadow was plotting against you, like it might just disappear into the darkness if you blinked. Her silence spoke louder than any words could—an icy, suffocating silence that wrapped itself around him, making each breath feel like it would be his last.
"Buahahaha, let him be Vespera," said a huge, muscular man holding an incredibly large hammer on his shoulder. The kind of hammer that made you wonder if it was a weapon or just a very, very inconvenient doorstop. His grin stretched from ear to ear, showing off teeth that looked like they'd been filed sharp on purpose.
This guy didn't seem like he'd ever lost a fight. In fact, he probably was the fight, with a side of terrifying chuckles. If the hammer didn't knock you out, the laughter would—just before he did. Each chuckle felt like a promise of torment, a harbinger of the inevitable.
"Grimrok, that is enough, as well as all of you," said a bold, brave, composed, and strong-looking man. The Spare God. His voice was firm, but underneath it, there was an edge—a trace of something darker. A hint of regret, perhaps, but only for a fleeting moment.
"Buahahaha, sorry Loka, just having some fun."
He looked down on me with eyes full of shame. I just wanted to slash his neck and every other person there. The rage bubbled inside me like molten lava, threatening to consume me entirely.
"I am sorry, old friend, but this is where our journey together ends. Any last words?" Loka said, pointing his lance just before my heart. His words were like a cold wind cutting through the air, final and unforgiving.
Rage built up in my throat, as if I were about to explode like a volcano. I swear, I will kill every single one of you. I shall have my revenge. You will all die by my hands.
"Hahaha, how pathetic. What can you do with your powers locked in that wretched sword of yours?"
"We originally planned to seal your entire power, but we could only manage to seal half."
"But that doesn't matter. It was enough to defeat you."
"Hahaha… now die."
He threw his spear with all his might towards me, a blur of death in the air, its sharp edge gleaming like the promise of oblivion.
Is this how it ends for me? Is this how I die? After all the hell we've been through together, is this the price I pay for friendship? I swear on the names of those who gave me this strength, I will kill you all.
The spear moved with incredible speed and power, just about to kill me...
Crackkk, the sharp sound of a clock ticking, with everything around me slowing down, eventually coming to a halt. The world seemed to freeze in that single instant, the air thick with the weight of time itself. Every heartbeat was an eternity, every breath a battle.
What… what is going on? The words felt like they were being pulled out of me, as if the very fabric of reality had bent just enough to make me question everything.
A bright screen appeared right infront of me, glowing with a strange, almost alien light. The words that on it seemed to cut through the silence like a dagger.
Glowing with an unnatural, almost blinding light. Words began to materialize, stark and unyielding:
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> SYSTEM INTERFACE ONLINE
NOTICE: YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN.
WELCOME TO THE REVENGE GAMES.
DO YOU ACCEPT THE CHALLENGE?
YES / NO
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What the hell is this !