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Everything was so heavy. His armor caused his body to slag and the swings of his glaive were becoming slower, the effort to even hold onto it was becoming too much of an effort. Fatigue was beginning to steal his vision away from him as the battlefield began to turn into obscured moved shapes and noise. 

What was going on? Why were they screaming? Something about the boats?

Rodin breathed haggardly desperately trying to regain his bearings. How many of these monsters did he kill? How broken was his body, enduring blow after blow, and how much longer would he have to endure? If there was a hell, then this was certainly it. 

And yet, even in this hell light shone through though he dared not to hold out hope for darkness the likes he never dared to dream about challenged it. A darkness blacker than ink and fouler than any corner of darkness within the hearts of man. Who the hell would hold out hope in this situation? Even if the Patriarch won, it did not mean that they would win the war. The army was weakened and even the old man would not come out of the battle with the demon king unscathed. They were still most likely going to die, so why bother? 

[color=ed1c24]"Even until the end you're still pathetic..."[/color] The half-elf muttered to himself. 

Rodin forced his body to move forward, his grip on his weapon tightened. He swung his weapon at his foes as he attempted to, screaming his voice hoarse while he fought against fate. 

[i][color=ed1c24]Please, for once in my life, let something I do matter![/color][/i] The half elf gritted his teeth while he cut his way through to just be another body against the Demon King.