After hours of battle, you slump in exhaustion. The God Slayer before you is particularly strong, and after defeating three others you don’t know if you have it in you to take him down. His sword raises. Before he has a chance to strike, the sound of an arrow being released splits the air. Blood splatters your face as the arrow embeds in the Slayer’s throat. Altair steps into the light with a smug look. You die by my hand or not at all. And I’m not ready to kill you yet, Godling.
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1Imogen Stott
17/08/2025