I was the obstacle standing between them and the rebirth of their god. Every demon in that sky knew it, and all of them came for me at once, a tide of flesh that could bury a continent.
It was in moments like this that I understood what the loop had made me into. Something that could look at an army of demons and step forward.
Then an idea struck me, and I did not stop to wonder whether it was madness. I decided to go all in.
Leading the horde were the Thulls. I had fought two before, in a different loop, on the apex of a falling Caelith, and their deaths were what had opened my fifth Earth Gate.
I knew what they were. Heralds of the end. Things that fed on worlds the way mortals feed on bread. Now there were dozens of them, and more coming, heading towards me with nothing but murder in their cold hearts.
