As the time drew nearer, the pounding of my heart only grew greater still. To either side of me, fellow comrades in arms, and before us, a horrid nightmare of past lives. My knuckles grew white as I gripped my bow all the tighter, swallowing down as much fear as I could. We had been preparing for this day, for this moment. Everything would amount to this. How far would we go? Could we even do it? No… We had to. It was our duty to. Steeling myself, I cast one last glance to my companions. The newcomers were trembling, putting on a brave face, while the veterans stood at the ready, weapons drawn, gleams in their eyes. As scared as I was, I followed their example, looking ahead at the horror. In a moment, all was still. The next, the battle began.

From then forward, everything was a whirlwind of motion, blurring my vision as I struggled to keep up. The heat around us was horrid, the waves to follow threatening to swallow us whole. Our legs wobbled beneath us as the very earth threatened to kill us, the ravaging winds threatening to tear us apart at the seams. I watched as my comrades went flying through the air, saved only by our most skilled mages. I watched our warrior stand their ground, axe raised as a giant fist came slamming down into them, nearly knocking them to the side. All the while, I let arrows fly, barely hearing them whiz through the air in the midst of the Chaos. My arms turned to jelly, scarcely able to draw the bowstring. I was terrified beyond any doubt of the imagination. And yet, at the same time, my heart raced harder, blood coursing through me. It was a feeling unlike any other, my body moving on its own. Every step could have been my last, every breath nearly stolen from me. I had never felt so alive.

An eternity had passed, time far out of our grasps. We didn’t know if it had been days, months, or if it had only been an hour. Nonetheless, we fought till, finally, the great nightmare lowered his chin. In an act of desperation, I watched as our monk dashed forward, fists clenched like vice grips. In one hand, light began to flood, bathing them in its warmth. It grew bright by the second, searing white-hot. In an instant, before my very eyes, the monk vanished. A moment later, a blinding, all-consuming light erupted from the nightmare, a chilling shriek screaming out from it. As the light began to fade, the horror disappeared into nothing. I looked around, fearful that it was just a trick. As I looked towards my companions, however, I saw that a trick was the furthest thing from the truth.

Smiles of triumph adorned their faces, their fists raised high in the air. A battle cry rang true, congratulations were dished out in earnest. I found myself falling back, sprawling out on the ground, tired as could be. I could barely believe it. Never would I have guessed that we could have gotten so far. And yet, there we were: We had banished the Chaos. We had won.

(I would like the Scarf of Wondrous Wit please~)