Chapter 1: Humanity's Final Hours

As the darkness swallowed me, I could feel my consciousness drift in the cold and ever-expanding void. I could not help but reminisce on the days when everything had been fine, simple, and overall...

Normal.

I had lost everyone. I had lost everything.

For countless days before my death, I had been left on the verge of crying after witnessing visions and visions of my family, my friends, and my girlfriend all dying right before me. One could call them premonitions of what was to come while others could label it as a coincidence. However, unlike all these people, I knew better than to give this ability... No. I knew better than to give this curse, a name...

I would get short yet powerful feelings of dread that would make me want to curl up into a ball and cry myself to sleep.

I thought they were nightmares or some kind of horrible visions which my mind created to torture me, yet only now could I understand what they truly meant. Their purpose was clear.

Before this cycle of hell, I had an amazing life. I had a girlfriend named Crystal who I was going to propose to in a few days. I had a best friend named Alex, who I had known for as long as I could remember.

I had a beautiful little sister called Emily who I loved from the bottom of my heart and two unconditionally loving parents who would give up everything they had in a heartbeat for their two children.

To think something as precious as life would have been so fragile in the face of overwhelming power.

This seemed to be my fate.

After all, what kind of normal human would I be if I could change my own fate?

...

"Humans! We, the prestiged elven race have come back to take what is rightfully ours! We shall no longer watch as you dirty our planet. Instead, we shall come back as its rightful owners and the original inhabitants of this planet! We shall annihilate the human race for the sake of mother earth!" A world-shaking voice spoke with a calm tone yet laced with something deep and endless.

That voice had said those words almost 5 hours ago, and ever since that announcement, I had been trying my hardest to survive against the incoming storm of these so-called elves.

However, now I found myself trembling on the floor as two corpses lay in front of me, blood slowly seeping out of them and staining the carpet. Those were the corpses of my parents who had died before I had even arrived back home.

Right behind them, however, stood a young girl with long blonde hair, as well as a pair of long pointy ears poking out from her hair and making themselves visible to the world.

"Please, Julia. I loved you! Why are you doing this?!" I watched as the boy cried out, struggling to get out of the iron-clad grasp of the girl who was holding him up by the neck. Fear, grief, and pain could be seen in his eyes, yet not one of them was directed toward the two corpses below him.

On the other hand, tears could be seen coming out of the girl's eyes too, yet her resolve was clear while her determination for her species allowed her to carry out her final order. An order that she might never forgive herself for carrying out.

*Snap*

I could only watch as the boy, who happened to be my best friend, drop to the floor, and join the two corpses on the ground to make them three.

I could feel my eyes well up in tears while my body began to slowly heat up with something indescribable. It was not anger, no...

My vocal cords couldn't perform their job as not a single sound came out of my mouth. My brain couldn't function and none of this felt real.

A burst of psychotic laughter entered my ears before the girl in front of me dropped to the ground with an audible thud and cried her heart out.

All of this occurred in front of a white-haired man clad in golden armor with deep white engravings, each one creating a symbol of its own. He looked at her with an expressionless face, yet his eyes betrayed his expression since they radiated with warmth, remorse, and even pity.

"Why?" I finally forced out, causing the man's eyes to dart towards me in curiosity.

'I guess he really is the boy of the prophecy...' His eyes narrowed as he peered into my soul, analyzing every fiber of my being.

He looked at my eyes which had begun to stream out in tears. At the same time, unlike the rest of my eyes that were filled to the brim with tears, my irises themselves were as hollow and empty as the Sahara desert itself.

"I see..." A wry smile stretched from the corners of his mouth before his arm stretched towards my neck, grabbing me off the floor like some kind of weightless item.

"I'm going back to the ship. Don't mourn over the human for too long, you are a princess after all." The man said his departing words before finally disappearing alongside me.

Everything around me warped and stretched to create a tunnel with millions of different colors, some that I had seen, and others that left me mesmerized.

Before I knew it, I was now at a very high altitude while being held up by the neck, consequently strangling me in the process.

The surface of the area we arrived in seemed to have been made out of a dark gold, bent and molded into plates that had been placed with the utmost mastery.

This was a ship... An enormous one at that.

"I'll kill you!" I tried to struggle out of his iron-clad grip, yet it was all for naught. My eyes were still dull and almost lifeless, yet deep within them, you could see a powerful burning hatred forming and expanding at a tremendous pace.

"It's over, Ezra. This is the end of the human race." He finally let go of my neck, allowing me to breathe again, yet I immediately choked on my saliva and began to cough violently.

Looking up, I ultimately met the eyes of a man in the distance, his blood-red eyes piercing and analyzing me from head to toe while everything from his aura to his black and red armor screamed extravagance.

My body instinctively forced me to look away and into the distant cities that had been decimated beyond recognition, and the city under the ship we stood on was no exception.

A scorching hot trail seemed to have slit the city in half like a hot knife through butter.

I saw countless battles, all of them being extremely one-sided in the elven people's favor.

This was no longer some kind of apocalyptic event for the human race that would leave barely any of them alive. This was humanity's extinction, and I was watching it occur while standing on the representation of front-row seats.

Anger flared within my eyes as I tried to look back at the man who was clearly the orchestrator of this one-sided massacre. However, I suddenly felt a sharp pain come from the middle of my chest causing me to fall to the ground while only being able to simply watch as blood spilled out of my body.

While I knew that the white-haired man was someone who had powers beyond my comprehension, I knew that it wasn't him that had attacked me. It was something I could tell from his facial expression alone.

It was not one of victory, nor was it one of apathy. Instead, his face was filled with shock and even traces of fear.

"This is not a battle you can fight at your current state... You are still too weak." A voice rang out in my ears before the visual of a foot moved in front of my line of sight.

Before I could react to his words, My vision had already been swallowed by the ever-expanding darkness. A darkness so deep and endless that the moment I focused on it, I felt as if I was before a black hole, slowly sucking me in and bending the fabric of space to pull me into the endless abyss.

I didn't know why but I could feel my blood slowly seep out of my body and stain the magnificent golden ship we stood on.

My body was becoming cold and my vision had ever so slowly faded.

***

[Ding!]

[You have died]

[Initiating System Activation]

[Welcome... Humanity's Final Anchor]

Those robotic words were the last things I heard as my soul faded back into the infinite abyss.

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