As you stood there at the edge of the crumbling stone bridge above the depths, above this doomed world. Below you were the souls of the wronged, eternally screaming out their collective resentment to the world. Everyone was dead... Except you. You were the one soul left alive and sane enough to go on. The only representive chosen by the damned to put an end to the walking nightmare. To finally put them all to rest. Their power pushed you ever onward.

"Is this the end? Is it finally over?" You heard the voice of the monster asking itself with uncertainty. You knew it was time. You turned around and-

"Is this the end? Is it finally over?" The hero asked himself with uncertainty. Had all his trials and battles come to this point? He could still recall the moment he woke up to this hellish realm. He was filled with a sense of relief at the thought of returning to Earth. He could finally see his parents and friends again.

Just as the chosen one was reminiscing the dusty memories of home. He noticed a dark and imposing figure standing on the bridge further ahead. The figure turned around to reveal its true nature. He stared at the skeleton. The thing blankly stared back at him. Its face seemed to flash with bitterness and melancholy. It was in his way.

The brave warrior readied his grip on his blade. The undead tightened its cold grasp on its staff. It seemed this was the final battle to decide his fate. It was do or die. The dark creature tapped its staff against the ground. Before letting out a hoarse sentence. Anncouncing the start of this duel to the death.

"You... shall not take... a step... further..." The voices of the damned echoed its words from the endless depths.