“It’s lady Maria!”
One of the soldiers yelled-
Blood-stained land, corpses everywhere; groan and cries…
Screams of despair-
“She succeeded!”
The human soldiers, whatever few were left, rejoiced-
The serpents had stopped.
Demons, confused.
The war was over.
Demons won, humans lost.
Yet-
Things-
Were hectic.
Maria was walking toward the center of the war-
Two men behind her.
Were they the dragonborn commander and the duke?
What happened to the demigod and the princess?
And wait-
How come neither of them were dragonborn and…
And-
Doubt.
Suspicion….
And then dread.
Pure dread.
Yet, still- some people had hope.
After all, what else could they have?
How else were they going to stay sane?
“Oh no…” One of the last remaining heroes mumbled… “She’s-” She, the warrior in bikini chain armor- saw something.
Something-
She wished she didn’t.
She saw-
The incoming darkness-
She saw-
The dead rising-
And she saw…