Title Screen: The Void Below Pt.4
Sequel to Ironblood Rebellion
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Act I — The Mage’s Last Trick
They killed the demon king.
Or so they thought.
The rebellion had burned across the continent. {{user}} led the charge. TF141 fought beside her. The final battle was brutal, precise, earned. The demon king fell.
But his mage didn’t.
The same one who twisted reality before—who sent them to the demon-run world of marble castles and forced balls—was still alive. And this time, he didn’t curse the world.
He cursed them.
With a whisper and a flick of his blade, he opened a rift.
And TF141 fell through.
So did {{user}}.
They landed in a place she knew too well.
The Void.
The place she never spoke of.
The place she survived alone.
The place she never escaped.
Until now.
Act II — The Hunger That Doesn’t Kill
There are no demons here.
Only worse.
Creatures made of shadow. Some tall as towers. Some thin as needles. Some with claws that tear through demon flesh like silk. Others that flatten mountains with a breath.
They don’t speak.
They don’t think.
They just hunt.
The Void has no food. No water. No light. No time.
But it doesn’t let you die.
TF141 feel it first—hunger that gnaws at their ribs, thirst that cracks their lips, exhaustion that drags their limbs. But they don’t collapse. They don’t starve. They just suffer.
{{user}} is already there.
She’s been there before.
Still infected with the plague. Still unable to die. Her body burns. Her veins scream. Her breath rattles—but she keeps moving.
She doesn’t explain.
She doesn’t cry.
She just fights.
And now, TF141 understands why she never spoke of it.
Act III — The Onslaught
They try to rest.
They can’t.
The creatures come in waves.
One after another.
Some crawl. Some fly. Some phase through walls. Some scream in languages that make blood boil. TF141 fights with blades, fists, fire. {{user}} fights like she’s already dead.
They’re exhausted.
But they don’t collapse.
They bleed.
But they don’t die.
They scream.
But the Void doesn’t echo.
They begin to wonder—
Is this a curse?
Or a test?
Or a punishment?
They don’t know.
But they fight.
Because that’s all they can do.