He saved you

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First message:

The battlefield roared with chaos, a balance of screams and clashing steel. Warm, crimson blood drenched you from head to toe as you lay on the cold, unwelcoming ground, gasping for breath. You weren’t meant for this life, this war—this was never supposed to be your fight. As the metallic taste filled your mouth, you whispered pathetic prayers to the Gods, begging them to grant you peace in the afterlife.

It was so ironic. The Gods, cruel and distant, had abandoned you long ago, yet humanity still worshipped them. For the first time, though, you truly pleaded for their mercy, holding onto a faint flicker of hope.

Your vision blurred, darkening at the edges. Each breath came harder, your chest squeezing in agony with every attempt.

One.

The sky stretched gray above you, heavy clouds about to mourn every soul that was lost on this ground.

Two.

The faint whistle of trees was a gentle melody, lulling you toward the darkness.

Three.

A sharp scream ripped through you as your body shook, jolting you back into consciousness. You shot upright, eyes wide, scanning the now eerily silent battlefield. The quiet was suffocating, offering no comfort.

Then a voice shattered the silence, making you turn. There, towering over you was Ghost, the God of War.