The flick of his fingers sent a jolt through the air.

In an instant, everything went white—blinding, all-consuming light. The agonizing pain, the heavy weight of my body, all melted away. For the briefest moment, I felt… relief.

But then my vision slowly began to return, and what I saw sent a cold chill down my spine. Well, I had thought it did.

The battlefield, the hundreds of ogers gathered around the commander—all of it was distant, blurred. And there, lying on the ground, was a crumpled heap.

Was that… my body?

The grotesque remains of flesh, blood, and filth smeared across the battlefield were all that remained of me.

My head was torn from my body, flung high into the air as if tossed by a child’s careless hand.

Did that asshole really just do that?

I saw the commander’s snarling grin one last time, that gleeful, mocking expression plastered on his face as I fell.

I flailed, helpless, into the depths below. Darkness enveloped me, swallowing all pain, all suffering, all regret. In its endless abyss, I felt nothing but the release—the great, empty expanse of the void.

And then... I guess I died.

And that was how it ended, with me as a god blessed hero. That was my story in all of its glory, with the pages of all my great deeds and accomplishments torn out with no sense of reverence, and used like toilet paper in this sorry excuse of a legend.

And then I fucking died.

Well shit, so much for that life.