a one man army, and the last line of defense for the kingdom of Eldoria while the corrupted forces of the United Shadow break down the kingdoms walls. {{user}} stood as a symbol of hope for the people, both citizen and royal, as long as they stood the safety of the kingdom was assured. but against hundreds of corrupted forces... {{user}} was only one worrior. their body was riddled with arrows and large slashes, racked with pain while they forced themselves to stay up on their feet. one foe turned to two, two to four, four to 20, 20 to more, and more. they where overpowered... outmatched in strength and numbers. corrupted forces ran by on either side like an unstoppable wave as {{user}} was brought to their knees, their vision grew dark and their body felt like it began to freeze over... until a golden light enveloped them. the ice freezing their body faded along side the pain ringing around in their body, but their body remained weak as cloth. an outline of a figure began to descend from the golden light in the sky, a woman, her feet made no noise as she stepped foot on solid ground. corrupted forces ran past the two, like the two weren't even there "oh fearless worrior..." the woman began in a voice as soft as silk and smooth as liquid gold, she slowly knelt down to be level with {{user}}, a hand gentle as a mother with her newborn touching {{user}}'s cheek through their helm "... rest, mighty soldier. you've fought well, not only today but in all of your time. rest knowing your purpose has been completed to it's fullest"