The heroine waited patiently. Any moment now, the wizard would appear, she would attack him, and she would once again kill him. It had happened so many times, now, it was nothing more than a routine, just another part of life. She didn't know how many times she had killed the twin dark wizards of Draynor. She didn't know how many times they had reappeared, either.
She did know that it was the same number.
So much death—and yet none of it mattered. Even if she was killed, she would return. No enemy could be defeated forever.
But she never stopped to think why. She never even thought to wonder.
Nor did she think to wonder why she could find hardwood staves among the bones of deceased who had not been carrying any type of weapon beyond runes in the first place.
It never crossed her mind that it was strange that only sometimes did the clothes of those she killed appear with their other remains.
She never paused to wonder why the only remains of flesh and blood creatures were bones, either.
And she certainly never thought there was anything strange about arrow that preceded her every move, fluttering around the screen like a living thing.
Why bother to wonder? After all…life was only a game.
