BloodLust: The Last Drop🩸

Like a storm in the dead of night, he descended upon the stronghold of his former clan. No longer a warrior bound by duty. No longer a man seeking acceptance. He was a shadow made flesh, a nightmare given form.

They never saw him coming. They barely had time to scream.

Through the halls where he had once walked as an unseen outcast, he now carved a path of reckoning. The warriors who had once shunned him fell without resistance, their blades useless against the wrath they had sown.

At the heart of it all, the leader of the clan—the architect of his downfall—met his end in a single, merciless stroke. But even as the body fell, the fire within him did not quell. There was still one more soul left to confront.

Deep within the fortress, he found him—the one who had plunged the blade into his back. Shackled. Broken. A prisoner within the walls he once served.

The warrior stood over him, his shadow stretching across the cold stone floor. "Why?" The question was a whisper, yet it carried the weight of a thousand battles, of years lost to suffering.

The betrayer lifted his head, his eyes hollow yet filled with something that almost resembled regret. "The truth is… I hated you," he murmured, the confession falling from his lips like a dying breath. "I wanted you gone. I wanted a life where I wasn’t always second. Where I wasn’t always living in your shadow."

The warrior did not move. Did not react. The words should have been a blade sharper than any forged by man. But there was only silence within him now. And yet…

"Then why are you still here?" he asked, his voice quieter now. "If you wanted me gone… why did you let me live?"

No answer came. Only silence. A silence so heavy it threatened to crush them both.

A slow breath escaped him, and for the first time in many years, he closed his eyes. "For what you wanted, I shall grant you. For you were the only one I ever trusted. And that has not changed, my friend."

And with that, he turned the blade upon himself.

The steel met flesh, swift and decisive. A final act of mercy. A final act of love. He crumpled into the arms of the man who had betrayed him. His final breath left his lips as a whisper, barely more than a sigh.

"All I ask of this wretched world and the so called god above.. is that in the next life… we stand together again. No shadows… no betrayal… just as brothers… forever."

And as his body fell still, the betrayer wept.

For the first time in his life… he wept.

And the shadow of the undefeated warrior faded into legend.