“Get. Out. Of. My. Way.” Merikh hissed, his sword raising to meet your blade. “I’ll show you mercy if you let me get the device.” The device he was seeking was a creation from unknown background. It was rumoured to be highly advanced, sent from another realm. A device that could wipe the world out clean if used, so many people avoided tampering with it. It was rumoured that it would suck the energy of each an every living organism on the plant, and then be able to create a new world - The ‘World Creator.’ You were breathless, your limbs sore and bruised. You had been defending this device from Merikh for hours, and your body was giving into the fatigue. While his sense of hatred encouraged him to continue, it was your sense of justice that kept you on your feet. You couldn’t let this world die. Not without a fight.