Looking around the remnants of battle, I saw destruction as far as the horizon.
Who would've thought a God could be lonely?
Hundreds of these ranker flies ganging up on me. Bodies everywhere. Top-grade gear... pretty decent party compositions... all manner of clothing, faction and even species.
The Bloodfolk... Dragonkin... even those eccentric Paladins.
Dead by my hand.
Good thing I got off without a scra-
A drizzle of blood hits the floor. Well, more like a bucket full.
Who's blood is this?
O-oh.
My hand jumped to cover the hole through my chest.
With a cough of blood and a wave of dizziness, I collapsed.
Man... if I could do it again...
If only...
I'd break this godforsaken system.
Then, a gleaming light. Holy. Bright. Darkness vanished. This was something else.
This feeling hits me like when I first got my divinity... jeez... those were good times.
Now, it's all for nothing.
All ganging up on me because I decided to finally break the shackles tying us down.
Fucking bastards. Who cares what they think? I was stronger than all of them.
"A second chance. Take on the moniker. Be the breaker."
Huh? Who was that? Aren't I dead? I feel a little too conscious to be dead.
"Back to where it all began."
That voice again.
"Return, Baal. And become stronger."
And just like that-
I was back.