A/N: yay another short! Do please read this whilst listening to Gwyn, lord of the cinder….it will have such an effect on you *cries*
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After all of these years….
The fog wall flickered.
A brutish man with giant's armor and a bronze mask stood before the lord of cinder. Immediately, the masked man roared "Prepare to die, old man!"
Gwyn leapt a mighty leap onto the heavily armoured man, toppling the chosen undead in the process. By all means, he was defenseless against a shell of a god. Yet, Gwyn didn't cut him half; instead, he grabbed him from his bulky neck and started talking….
"Ahhh, so this is the man who robbed everything dear to me? You are the true monster of these lands. You killed my son, my granddaughter, my knights and my very best friend cold blooded. The very people I spent my soul for to prolong the age of fire are but souls for you to consume and to forge weapons with. I should have killed that pygmy when I had the chance…. Come, you and I have our own destiny to fulfill."
Holding his foe, Gwyn approached the bonfire for the last time. The flames started to feed on their souls "LET GO OF ME ! LET GO OF AARRGGGGGHHHHH"
"I am sorry….Gwynevere."