You stand. Knowing your the only one left. You refuse to let them kill you or anyone else.
It's time to make your final stand. The world cracks in fear. Fire bursts out of the cracks. It's time to fight. It's time to get revenge on them. It's time... To use the magic of chaos. The end has shown itself to you and you grab a blade and light shines on you and you create the spirits of those that they killed.. And those that have fallen trying to protect you. No longer will you have to be protected
No longer will anyone else fall by them. The moon rises and you dash and attack them one dull cut.. and another and another until your blade is covered by blood. One stabs your heart... But you refused to die now. A force pushes everything away from you and your wound heals instantly and you dash at them again and stab all of them over and over again until they plead for mercy. You walk away and as soon as they think you're gone you go behind them and stab them again and then the spirits fly up.