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It's been hours since the war, the 2 sides of the war completely obliterated, leaving no survivor alive, except for me... I don't know how long it's been since then, when a warrior clothed in pitch-black clothes and a mask with  crimson red and gold armour completely destroyed both sides in a matter of seconds, leaving a blurry trail of red, gold, and black, riding atop a terrifying skeletal steed as it left behind a trail of flames being lit by it's blazing purple mane of flames. Trying to remember, I remember a giant scythe, at least 8-feet tall, yet he swung it with ease, with a pitch dark blade stained in red, with a crooked, bar of steel for a handle. I try to remember as much as I can, but I fail to as I have a hazy memory. I scan the battlefield for any other survivors, seeing bodies stocked up to the brim with Greek battle armour, with fallen over or destroyed chariots, as long spears, swords, and flags litter the ground when a foggy mist clouds the war ground. Through my clouded vision, I make out a figure riding a horse coming in my direction, fast. As I barely manage to be able to leap out of the way, I grab a blade and a shield off the ground as I turn to see a lone figure standing there, like he wants me to be ready. Without thinking, I charge, he easily manages to dodge out the way, making me fall hard on my knee, even through the pain I lunge at him, but I turn and slash, making a giant gash in his chestplate, as I lunge again, this time striking a gap in his armour. But as I jab, I feel a sharp pain in my shoulder, the place I struck this mysterious person. In that brief moment, I realize that I've only been fighting myself, there is no one there, only me... Alone... As I fall to my knees and cry out...