It fell in the abyss.

Agro. His horse, his friend, his only companion in this lonely quest. It had sacrificed herself to save her master.

Tears came from his eyes and fell to the ground. But yet, he kept going.

He thought about all the beasts he had slain.

A mighty creature who roamed the mountains.

A beast who took refuge in a beach.

An honourable knight whose sword shattered the earth.

A guardian to the rows of guiding graves, who now had joined the people he was trying to protect.

Those had been his first battles. He had thought that the fights would be more difficult as he progressed, but it had been the opposite. Although the beasts grew bigger and more powerful, so did he. With every kill his strength increased, and more of the colossal statues perished.

A bird who flew trough the sky, casting a shadow upon a misty lake.

A giant imprisoned underground.

A ripple of thunder who lurked underwater.

A lizard-like creature imprisoned within a ruined coliseum.

It hurt. When the beasts fell and those... tentacles of black smoke pierced him, he would feel pain. And then, he would gain strength.

A sleeping giant only shaken by nature itself.

A mighty beast who gazed upon him as it shook the earth.

A guardian set loose, who now rested at the bottom of a canyon.

A strange monstrosity, a silent being who wielded thunder.

He did not recognize himself any more. When he gazed upon is reflection in the crystal clear waters of the land, he saw a husk of his former self. A sickish pale man, with empty, soulless eyes. Yet, he kept going. For her. For Mono. His love.

A majestic, alien creature who flew above a great desert.

A small, violent beast who lusted for destruction.

A giant who had fallen into the valley, a sentry to a destroyed city.

As he finished climbing the tower, he looked at the vast landscape. Fifteen pillars of light shoot towards the sky, dispersing the clouds that covered the land. For the first time since he had arrived, the weather had changed. It was now not calm and warm, but harsh and cold. A violent storm had started, and he prepared for this final battle.

Fifteen colossal beasts, all slain by him. Innocent creatures, who had not committed sin.

Is this wrong? He thought. But then, he remembered her.

He grasped his sword firmly.

Fifteen creatures the size of mountains, all dead by his hand. And yet, he hesitated now, not because of fear, but because of loss. His only companion had died to save him, he had nothing left to lose. He looked at his now pale hand, and formed a fist.

This was it.

If he died now, his name would be lost to time, perhaps only known as a wanderer who foolishly challenged the unknown.

But it did not matter.

He did not start this quest to make a name for himself.

He did it for Mono. For his love.

And so, he turned around.

Fiery eyes ignited, cutting trough the darkness of the storm. Stone hands raised, and a mighty creature let out a roar.

This is it.