Finally, everything made sense. The endless search, the strange events, the baffling situations that seemed to defy logic—all of it now fell into place.
Now he knew what had to be done. What he must do. There was no choice in the matter. This was his destiny. HE had orchestrated everything, meticulously ensuring that this moment would come to pass. HE knew it would end here, exactly like this. It was all part of HIS plan.
A dissatisfied laugh escaped his lips. "So, this is how it ends. WE will be forgotten. I hope you're pleased with yourself."The young man surveyed the battlefield. Millions of corpses. Death and despair stretched as far as the eye could see."I hope it was worth it," he whispered, his voice laden with sorrow.
Even she had died. He forced himself to look away from her impaled body. The sight of her lifeless form twisted something deep inside him, but there was no time to dwell."Well then," he muttered, raising his hand to the heavens. His left eye began to glow, radiating an intense light. A dense fog spread rapidly across the land, swallowing the world whole.
When the mist finally cleared, his figure was gone. Vanished without a trace.As if he had never existed at all, even the memory of him faded into nothingness.