You sat there, on the floor, crying tears for the first time in years, as you held the body of the only person in your entire life that had shown you kindness. She was just an average woman, but to you she was a hero, she was the only light left in your world. The only thing that made living bearable. And now she was dead, her life snuffed out by a thief who was after some trinkets to sell. As you slowly put her body on the floor you swear to yourself to get revenge. However most of your enemies are dead or too small time. The man that killed her was probably a petty thief, your mother, and the wizard was dead, and whoever your actual father was would be nigh impossible to track down. So instead your burning vengeance would be directed at the world itself.

As you slowly leave the house you set off a magical spark behind you igniting a fire in the house that engulfed it in seconds. This would be her funeral pyre, she would ascend to heaven with the gift of your flames. But she shan't be sent alone, nor will this be the last time a pyre shall be lit in her honor. The next fire you light will be the world engulfed in flames. You shall send the world its swan song. You will end this miserable world by your own hands.

As you pause for a moment you take in your options. Your magical capability was greatly enhanced by the wizard's experiments, your body was durable enough to survive blows from even some of the most experienced swordsmen, your mind enhanced by all the knowledge forced into you by the wizard. The only question now was. How would you begin your revenge on the world?