[Before you believe anything, firstly, Tirvan's fate was not his fault.]
Tirvan Godran-"We end this here."
[At the front stood Tirvan Godran, humanity's strongest blade. His sword shimmered with condensed mana, humming with enough power to split mountains. His body was battered, armor torn, blood staining his side but his grip never wavered.]
Elf Prince Medir- "Don't rush ahead, Tirvan."
[A tall elf cloaked in silver and green standing behind Tirvan, his eyes glowing with ancient magic, raised his hand. Bending the surrounding mana into formation.]
Dwarf Lord Brakka- "Hah! About time! Let's crush this bastard!"
[A massive dwarf slammed his war hammer into the ground. The earth trembled as stone rose and wrapped around his body like armor, his beard soaked in soot and blood, his smile unshaken.]
Abaksa Einsro-"…I'll support from the rear."
[Far behind them stood a quiet figure. The supporter Abaksa Einsro and before them all stood the Demon Lord.]
[A towering figure wrapped in abyssal armor, horns curling like a crown of ruin. His crimson eyes glowed with an inhuman stillness. The air around him warped with every breath.]
[The Demon Lord moved.]
[Just gone.]
Tirvan Godran- "MOVE !"
[Too late.]
[A black blur tore through the battlefield.]
CRASH.
[The Elf Prince's barrier shattered instantly.]
[His body froze.]
[Then split.]
Elf Prince Medir- "…so this… is…"
[He fell before his magic could finish forming.]
Dwarf Lord Brakka- "…You've got to be kidding me."
Tirvan Godran-"DON'T STOP!"
[Tirvan surged forward, sword blazing with everything he had left. Mana exploded outward as he cut through space itself, his blade aimed directly at the Demon Lord.]
CLANG.
[The strike landed.]
[And stopped.]
[The Demon Lord caught it. Barehanded.]
CRACK.
[Tirvan's blade fractured.]
[Before he could react]
BOOM.
[A single punch slammed into his chest, sending him crashing across the battlefield.]
[The ground shattered beneath him. Blood spilled from his lips. His vision blurred.]
Dwarf Lord Brakka- "Get up, you idiot! We're not done yet!"
[The Dwarf Lord roared, slamming both hands into the ground.]
[The battlefield erupted. Massive pillars of stone shot upward, collapsing inward as molten lava surged through the cracks.]
BOOOOOOM.
[Silence followed.]
[Smoke filled the air.]
[A step echoed.]
[From within the rubble]
[The Demon Lord walked out.]
[Unharmed.]
Dwarf Lord Brakka- "…Heh."
"…Figures."
[Without hesitation, he charged.]
Dwarf Lord Brakka- "FOR THE WORLD—!"
[His hammer descended with all his strength.]
[The Demon Lord raised his hand.]
CRUSH.
[The Dwarf Lord's body collapsed lifelessly.]
[Tirvan's breath trembled.]
[His comrades now gone.]
Tirvan Godran-"…No…"
[The Demon Lord turned toward him.]
Demon Lord-"So it's just you now."
[Tirvan tightened his grip on his broken blade.]
Tirvan Godran- "Not yet."
[Footsteps echoed behind him.]
Abaksa Einsro-"Wait."
[Tirvan turned.]
[Abaksa stood there.]
[Unharmed.]
Tirvan Godran- "…You're still—"
[Abaksa smiled.]
Abaksa Einsro- "I'm sorry."
Tirvan Godran- "…What—"
[PAIN.]
[A blade pierced through Tirvan's back.]
[Tirvan's body froze.]
[Blood filled his mouth.]
Tirvan Godran-"…You…"
Abaksa Einsro-"You were never meant to win."
"No one was."
[Tirvan's grip tightened.]
Tirvan Godran- "…Why…"
Abaksa Einsro- "I chose the side that survives."
[He stepped back.]
[And ran.]
[Tirvan collapsed to one knee.]
[His body failing. His strength fading.]
[But his eyes locked onto the Demon Lord.]
Tirvan Godran- "…I'm not done."
[He stood.]
[Every step felt like death.]
[Every breath tore through him.]
[He raised his broken blade.]
[All his remaining mana surged into it.]
Tirvan Godran- "DIE !"
[He lunged.]
[The world slowed.]
[The blade aimed at the Demon Lord's heart.]
[Condition Failed][No Plot Armour Detected]
[An invisible force struck him.]
[It pushed him back.]
Tirvan Godran- "No—!"
[The ground vanished beneath him.]
[A cliff. The battlefield shrank above him. The wind screamed past.]
CRASH.
[His body shattered upon impact.]
[Blood beneath him.]
[His vision flickered.]
[Then he saw it.]
[Beside him lay a body.]
[Abaksa Einsro.]
[Dead.]
[Eyes wide. Lifeless.]
Tirvan Godran- "…You…"
[The one who chose survival]
[was dead.]
[Tirvan's eyes slowly closed.]
Tirvan Godran-"…only if it were me…"