The massive being, almost as old as time itself, looked down at the three challengers and considered them through a god’s eyes.
They were young. Their cultures would consider them barely out of adolescence. But they had fought a hard road to get to this place, and that journey had left scars upon them, at the end.
The fact that they were hopelessly outmatched didn’t matter to them. They still raised their swords to the End Of All Things and shouted ‘no.’
For the first time in so long, it could not remember the sensation, the ancient darkness felt afraid.

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