Darkness, pain, despair and suddenly a light, the man woke up with a vague memory of what had happened, without energy he tried to get up but only managed to get parts of his armor fell off exposing his decrepit body, maybe in other times his body was envied by many but now there were only burned remains of skin and muscle on a skeleton even missing several organs, he would not live long in that state.
The man crawled as best he could on the ground, the pain was unbearable but for the first time in centuries he had stopped feeling the hatred and anger that had corrupted him long ago but instead of being happy about it he felt fear, with his defeat the cycle would continue and who knows who would be the next to be chosen for ascension, maybe that person would control the power or maybe and as had happened to him the darkness would take control, he only knew one thing, with each cycle the darkness became more powerful.
He heard voices, he recognized them vaguely ... These people owed him nothing and would not be happy to see him, they would probably kill him, but they were his only hope, so he crawled towards the source of the conversation and with his almost non-existent strength he stood up and kneeled on the ground; the three witches smiled.