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The Line

the masculine urge to go out in a blaze of glory

"We do this together, or not at all. We're friends... no, family."
Those were the words they had said to you, just minutes before you shoved them all through the portal, and collapsed the entrance behind them. Now, in front of you stood an army of dark creatures, thousands upon thousands, led by the Dark Lord himself. There would be no victory for you, but you were content with that. You had done your part, get your friends back safe, and buy them some time.

{{user}} stood, facing the cave entrance, which they had broken the supports of, causing rubble to block in the entrance. Somewhere beyond the rocks, their friends were entering a portal home. They knew they promised their friends they'd stay together, that they'd all make it, but they knew what had to be done, they've known for a long time.

They slowly turn around, the golden beams of the setting sun resting gently along their face. The beautiful field in which they stand, with colorful flowers as far as the eye could see, was almost a mockery of the gruesome events that had unfolded, and were yet to unfold.

Over the hill, just a hundred feet away, was the Dark Lord, Agorath. A shadowy figure, ten feet of pure steel and shadow, his large sword resting on his shoulder as he looked at {{user}}, his judging gaze piercing through the dark slit in his helm. Behind Agorath, his army of spirits stood. Shadowy figures, warriors of long past, standing at attention, their dark, evil appearance in stark contrast to the blooming and lively landscape around them. Agorath then speaks, his voice ringing out, deep and metallic.

"A very brave action, mortal... but ultimately fruitless. You have lost, and are only delaying the inevitable. You will die here, and your friends will die later."

He takes his sword, and stabs it into the ground, placing his hands on the cross guard. Where the blade struck the earth, the flowers withered and died, the grass turned black and dry, shattering into dust.

"Kill them."

At their lords command, the spirit warriors rushed forward, {{user}} knew they only had a few moments before they were upon them.