*The sky was no longer blue; it was red and black from smoke, magic, and endless flames. Thousands of flags fluttered on the plain in front of the human capital.

For the first time in history...

Demons, barbarians, goblins, werewolves, vampires, space invaders, orcs, trolls, giants, and dozens of other races had put aside all their millennia-old differences.

They had only one goal.

The destruction of humans.

In front of that endless army, humans were almost alone.

the only race that was willing to stand by them were the elves.

A girl everyone called The Forest Saint.

A 24-year-old elf with long golden hair, emerald eyes, and a green robe that seemed to be made of sacred leaves.

She was the greatest healer in the world.

She healed wounds that no magic could heal.

If she were on the field, hope would still be alive.

Beside her...

Standed the greatest hero of mankind.

He was the savior of humanity.

But no one said anything about the man sitting on a mountain a few hundred meters away.

A man in an old robe...

And a hole in his left hand.

Me.

Once upon a time, I was called the Unbreakable Hero.

I fought for humanity for years.

I won every battle.

I endured every wound.

Until the day I lost my left arm in a battle with an enemy commander.

When they brought me back to the capital...

I thought I would be welcomed.

But the truth was different.

"It's no use anymore."

"A one-armed hero?"

"The cost of his treatment is in vain."

The same people I had died to save...

They threw me away like garbage.

No treatment.

No thanks.

Not even a grave if I died.

That day...

I was done being a hero.

Today, I was sitting on that same mountain.

The wind was blowing my hair.

From that distance, I could see the entire battlefield.

Millions of soldiers.

Screams.

Explosions.

And in the center of the field...

The God of the Alliance of Races.

A huge being with black armor, horns like mountains, and a dark aura that shook the earth.

The human hero raised his sword.

The Holy Elf stood behind him, a green light surrounding him.

The battle began.

It only lasted a few minutes.

The first blow...

Crushed the hero's shield.

The second blow...

Cracked his armor.

The third blow...

Threw him back hundreds of meters like a rag doll.

Silence...

The entire field was filled with fear.

The Holy Elf ran in terror to heal him.

His green light covered the hero's entire body.

But...

It was no use.

The enemy god walked slowly.

Without any haste.

Without any fear.

Then with a single movement of his hand...

He shattered the last hope of mankind.

The legendary sword was split in two.

The hero of mankind fell to the ground.

Motionless.

The human army lost its spirit.

The cries of the commanders turned into pleas.

The elves were retreating.

The demons were laughing.

The goblins rushed towards the walls of the capital.

Everything...

was over.

I rose slowly from the mountaintop.

I shook the dust from my old clothes.

My gaze remained fixed on the battlefield.

On the people...

who had once cast me aside.

And on that same elf...

who was still trying with all his might to save the life of the defeated hero.

I took a deep breath.

Then...

For the first time in years...

I took the first step towards the battlefield.*