The hero stood in middle of the area, staring at the mask in his hand, which was whispering towards him. "wear me, wear me, and gods will envy your power" it said to the hero, who was becoming tempted by the voice. "what are you doing? You must destroy the mask!" the voice of scythe echoing in his head, the fear in his voice. ⌠wear me, wear me, and the world will bow at your feet" it continued to the hero, who's arm was slowly moving towards his face. "please! destroy the mask now!" this time the voice belonged to the guild master, who sounded terrified. "look what it did to everyone else who wore it before you!" the heroes arm stopped, inches from his head. "wear me and you shall be immortal" the mask said at last. "DESTROY IT!" practically everyone in the guild roared. The hero dropped to his knees, his hand covering his face. He pulled himself back to his feet and hurled the mask into the lava with all his might. The sound of the mask burning away in the flames sent a feeling of relief through the hero, who turned and left through the bronze gate, relishing that jack was destroyed and would not be coming back. He decided he would return to the guild and rest, in the knowledge that he had earned it.
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