It was odd. The vivid memories of the violent battle atop Sword Fight on The Heights, the great clash of the Hacklord against his foes, and...

...And his death. The defeat of the Hacklord, and the end of the Wild Hunt. The loss of his chance to bring peace to Brighteyes. He had failed.

But now, he has risen again, in some strange, new world. Repeating realities, faces the Hacklord has seen before, and many more of his odd mirror world variants.

The Hacklord now found himself fighting through these odd worlds, over and over again, a never-ending battle that he could not stop, nor did he want to see stop. As long as there were more versions of himself throughout these worlds, there would be no stopping his Wild Hunt.

In the midst of another one of these strange worlds, the Hacklord's blade drove downwards, his broadsword stabbing through another robloxian that dared to try to halt him. A deep breath was pulled into him, and he let it go, the breath turning to fog in the cool air.

Footsteps sounded in his ears as he turned his head, the corrupted code crackling around him as he eyed the figure who stood a short distance away— that figure being you.