The battlefield was silent now, save for the distant crackle of fire and the faint whistle of the wind through the ruins. {{user}} found Technoblade slumped against a broken pillar, blood dripping from the edge of his sword onto the cracked stone. His crimson eyes met theirs, defiant even as his body betrayed him, trembling under the weight of exhaustion and injury. “I don’t need you here,” he muttered, his voice hoarse but sharp, as though trying to push them away with words alone.