A symphony of breaths echoed across the battlefield. Though only one was human. A lone man stood amidst dozens of demons, with dozens more dead on the ground. The man pumped oxygen with each breath and his clothes were tattered. Though his spirit was not. In his eyes, you could see the flames of his spirit burn bright. The demons around him hissed and snapped their jaws, seeing him weakened, but knowing the fight wasn't over.
The man then conjured a spear of light in his hand and the demons charged in. He darted the spear through a demon's head, instantly taking it out. He quickly created another spear and darted it at another demon. He repeated this, taking out multiple demons before they got within range. Once within his range, he cut down those who got to close. He would cut whatever they left open and launch the spears at those too cowardly to get close. Again and again, he took out demons, but the numbers seemed endless. In the midst of battle, annoyed with the advancement and tired of this drawn out battle, he conjured a row of spears around him and launched them at the closest demons. He did this till his energy ran low. He then made one last spear and started dashing through their ranks. Some of the creatures were triple his size, though he maneuvered around and onto them gracefully. He slashed every vital point open to him, while remaining untouched.
Soon the numbers became too much and his stamina couldn't last any longer. He fell to his knees and his spear of light dissipated. The demons then stalked towards him, though he seemed unfazed. He raised his face to the sky and raised his palms.
"Fall."
He then clapped his hands and suddenly a storm of spears fell. rained down upon the demons, leaving no gaps or room for mercy.
The sun rose over the horizon, illuminating the battlefield, showing the immeasurable odds he faced. Hundreds of fallen demons. So many you could hardly see the ground. A group of people made their way over to the battlefield. Most of the group was in disbelief seeing the aftermath. The hero saw the familiar faces and grew a gentle smile. The group then spotted him, still kneeling in the ground. As they made their way to him, he collapsed.
(Trap Royalty)
