*He sat above Monopoly Mountain, a bloody crown above his head. Two graves sat next to him- a beloved pet, and his beloved owner. Both lost to this war-torn world. But now everything was over. The world was silent, the remnants of betrayal or love left to decay. He was the only one left. He had won.

But he had lost everything.

His wings were a dirty mess, covered in sand and dried blood. He was holding a netherite sword in his hand- not his own, but his partner's. His ride-or-die.*