He slowly lowered himself to the hard dirt while leaning his
sword against the tree. For the first time in years, he could take a moment to
relax.
The day was won, the battle all but over, the demonic hordes
cut off from this plane, the evil menace that sort to bring them here dead, his
followers either dead, running or in chains.
As he leant back against the stump, he let his eyes close
slowly. He was a little worse for wear, sure, but nothing a good potion couldn’t
heal, in a few minutes.
His eyes never opened again.
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