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The thunderous crash of lightning that boomed in the sky above, jerking his head upward to see a row upon row of centaurs in bronze armored steel pound between the hills. Brightly colored pennants streaming in the chill air as they charged home with a roar that shook the heavens, their steel-shod hooves trampling over hundreds in their path as they tried to rescue a besieged company of minotaurs. The huge bloodstained horn warriors, hammering greatswords into throngs of undead that clawed at them with hollow eyes, while black-robed figures strode through the bloodsoaked land.

The whole world had gone mad, and Gregor along with it, his flesh healed by dark blue flames that licked at his skin, before dying away to leave unmarked flesh. But that was nothing compared to the blackened ground where he had stood mere seconds ago, his longsword melted to a grey sludge.

Head shaking at the grim reality of what he had become, he let his gaze drift over the hills, gulleys, and valleys to where the humans, orcs, elves, dwarves, and minotaurs lay dying in the mud, hunted through the ruins of the encampment, while he stood there and did nothing.

Choice 1. Time to leave?

But this time, as much as Gregor wished to see the children safe, he knew this fight wasn’t his, he had done enough for them, bled for them, taught them what he could, but now it was time to move on. Perhaps visit Vanclar? It had been a few years since he had been back there. And as far as Caroline was concerned, she could wait for him.

Lips curled into a faint smile at the thought of her twiddling her thumbs, waiting for him, Gregor set his sights on the distant horizon that glowed a beautiful blood red, saw the faces of those he had left behind, and shook his head. They were not Kira. And they would never be. It was time to say goodbye...

(You have achieved one of several endings.)