Chapter 6: The Final Hour
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The sky was falling.
Dark clouds churned like a living beast, lightning ripping through the heavens. The once-grand Ruins of Elaris fractured, entire buildings twisting as if the world itself was coming undone.
And at the center of it all—
War.
A war with no future.
[Raine, gripping his sword]: "If this world is going to die… then I'll take them down with it."
The battle raged on.
With the countdown ticking, the remaining players threw everything they had into the fight. Skills that had been hoarded for emergencies were unleashed without hesitation. Potions were chugged without care for future scarcity.
There was no future anymore.
Only now.
[Orion, gasping for breath]: "They're still fighting?! Even when the world's collapsing?!"
[Lilian, gripping her bow]: "Of course they are! If this really is the last battle, they want to be on top when it ends!"
Oblivion was gone.
Now, only two forces remained:
Dominion. Black Sun.
The two most powerful guilds in Final Eclipse were locked in a fight to the death, even as the world crumbled around them.
Dominion's forces, led by Amon, wielded the Godslayer Blade—a broken relic that could erase players with a single strike.
Black Sun's assassins, led by Velka, had mastered shadow exploits, allowing them to move faster than the system could register.
Both sides were cheating.
Both sides were dying.
And in the middle of it all—
[Raine, tightening his grip]: "Time to end this."
He charged into the battlefield.
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At the heart of the chaos, Amon stood alone.
His armor was cracked, but his confidence remained untouched. The Godslayer Blade rested on his shoulder, humming with unnatural power.
[Amon, smirking]: "You survived, Raine? Impressive. But pointless."
[Raine, steady]: "You talk too much."
[Amon, laughing]: "And you still don't get it. This world is already dead. The only thing that matters now is who stands at the top before it all disappears."
[Raine, narrowing his eyes]: "Then let's finish this."
The final duel began.
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The first clash sent a shockwave through the battlefield, tearing the ground apart.
Amon's blade swung down—
Raine dodged, rolling to the side before slashing at Amon's exposed ribs.
But—
His blade phased through.
[Raine, eyes widening]: "What—?"
[Amon, grinning]: "The system is breaking, Raine. Rules are falling apart. Even damage is becoming… inconsistent."
Reality glitched.
Raine's foot slipped—not on mud, but through the ground itself. His vision flickered, entire parts of the battlefield loading and unloading like a corrupted file.
This wasn't just a game anymore.
It was a dying world.
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As they fought, the system itself began to unravel.
[System Announcement]: "WARNING: FINAL RESET IMMINENT."
[Orion, dodging a collapsing bridge]: "What does that even mean?!"
[Lilian, shouting]: "It means we're all screwed!"
Players glitched mid-air, their models twisting in impossible shapes before disappearing entirely. Some froze, unable to move as the terrain beneath them vanished.
Others?
They kept fighting.
Because there was nothing else left to do.
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[Amon, panting]: "You're good, Raine. But I have the Godslayer Blade."
[Raine, gripping his sword]: "And I have nothing to lose."
Amon swung.
The Godslayer Blade cut through everything—code, mechanics, logic itself.
But—
Raine was faster.
He dashed forward, twisting mid-air, and—
Plunged his sword straight through Amon's chest.
[Amon, stunned]: "You—?"
[Raine, whispering]: "Game over."
Amon's health bar dropped to zero.
The leader of Dominion fell.
And then—
Raine's own health bar dropped to zero.
[Raine, shocked]: "What—?"
His vision blurred.
His body froze.
And then—
Darkness.