As rain trickled from the deep purple sky, twisted bolts of lighting struck the only remaining trees in what used to be the vast forest below. The ground was riddled with battle scars, an uncountable number of weapons and corpses laid strewn across the landscape. In the center of it all, was a ring of crimson earth, and standing inside was a man draped in rags. His hair matted and beard unkept. His eyes terrifyingly dull and dark. He looked normal, scarily normal and yet he stood here in the middle of a battlefield alone. This man was a demon, a demon so cruel that the mere mention of his name struck fear into the bravest of men. So unimaginably powerful, The Heavenly Demon alone was evenly matched against the Martial Alliance with thousands of years of heritage.
As The Heavenly Demon stood there, his dead pan gaze became clear with emotion, the pain in his eyes so intense that even the heavens weeped for him. As he glanced upon the destruction, the bloodied spear in his hand dropped to the floor. As if the earth stood still, silence flooded the battlefield as he took a step forward. Each step he took, shed off more of his tattered clothes and a hideous wound became visible. In the middle of his chest was a festering gash which gushed blood with the slightest of movements. Each step he took only hastened the inevitable, and yet he did not stop. Continuously walking forward as if bewitched. Even when his body was on the verge of collapse, he did not stop. Even when his legs failed to carry him forward, he clawed his way through bodies and debris to move.
As his last breathe drew near, he finally stopped, and reached out with his last remaining strength. Nothing in his life took more strength than this simple movement. As he reached, his hand finally touched something, an incredibly unremarkable trinket. A necklace engraved in scratchy handwriting, the word 'eternity.' With all his remaining strength the demon uttered one simple phrase, "I'm sorry." At this moment, a bolt of lightning struck the necklace grasped tightly in his hands, and he was gone.
On that day, the martial realm underwent an upheaval. The Great Villain was struck down through the sacrifice of the Martial Alliance leaders. A massive war took place that spanned for 10 days and nights. On the 10th night a massive rainstorm engulfed the sky over The Forest of Steel and the leader of the alliance, The Saint of Purity, gave up his life to drive a sword through The Heavenly Demons chest, ending his tyranny once and for all.