The battlefield burned red beneath a dying sun. Smoke swallowed the mountains, and the clang of steel had become a rhythm older than the world itself.I could barely lift my sword. My hands were raw, my breath shallow, and yet I stood between the demon army and the last human stronghold.
They called me the Hero. The savior chosen by the gods.But in that moment, I was just a man waiting to die.
The Demon Prince stood before me : tall, silver-haired, eyes like shards of obsidian flame. His armor was blackened with human blood.We moved at the same time. My blade pierced his chest, and his spear found my heart.
For an instant, our gazes met.He smiled.Not a cruel smile, but something strange… almost relieved.
As the light left my eyes, I heard a voice : soft, distant, neither divine nor demonic.
"You sought to end the war. Then live… as the other side."
And the world faded to white.