The End
The dark, silent, and desolate city greeted him. The blood and oil from the man he had fought beside had soaked the ground and stained the walls. Regret and fear gripped him like the claws of some otherworldly beast. The tower had been activated, spelling his doom. A maniacal laugh escaped his lips and broke the silence. The last of his kind and the last one alive, his mind twisted and broken by the fate god had thrown at him, he sat and laughed, the only witness to the end of the world he had once known.