and so the revision process has begun
im excited :)
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He nearly collapsed as the fire left him.
The lone Hunter stood on the ridge, panting heavily and hands shaking as his eyes fell to the gun clenched in his fist. Then to the man—no, the monster—that lay dead at his feet. The creature's leftmost side was nonexistent, seared from reality itself with an unnatural flame. It's armor was burnt, the ashes of it's skin staining the ridged plates of it's armor.
It had been a menace to man, a creature transformed in the Dark. Such a creature never should have graced the lone Hunter's home.
He felt a small measure of joy, of accomplishment, as he stared at the remains of what had been his greatest enemy. He had avenged, he had accomplished, he had conquered–
Would the man he had called his father be proud of him?
He fell to his knees, still breathing heavily as he sunk into contemplation. What would his response have been, if he were here now? Not an easy question to answer. Jaren Ward had been a clever man, one hard to see the true intent of. He had smiled at his enemies and gone stone cold to those he had cared for.
His gun was still firmly gripped in his hands, shining brightly in the evening light. His gun now, truly, forged into an extension of himself in his fire.
What would he do now? Where would he go?
He looked towards the deepening sky before him, the distant stars poking through to his small world as the sun slipped away. So many stars, so much left unexplored. Had the light of those stars been corrupted?
He turned back to the body of the monster beside him. It's gun had been subject to an immense amount of heat, re-shaping the dark metal in some places. Was this who he was to be?
He closed his eyes in silence as his Ghost materialized beside him.
And for the first time in a long time, the lone Hunter felt lost.