Hank had finally reached the end. The Castle of the Demon King of Theatre. Everbody that had joined his cause had perished along the way.
Infront of him was an Ebony bridge that spun into a dark and gloomy castle. Under the bridge was a still river filled with blood of various otherworldly species. And on the other side, a giant gate that could even let a small giant enter inside.
Hank started crossing the ebony bridge. It felt like he was walking through dumpsters filled to the brim. A guardian holding a gleaming greatsword appeared infront of him.
Hank took his spear out and prepared himself.
The guard swiftly closed the distance, slamming its greatsword in an downwards angle and slammed it towards poor Hank.
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Hank had managed to evade the attack, but debris from the bridge lodged themselves in his body.
The greatsword had lodged itself deep inside the bridge. The guard was trying to pull it up with all his might.
Foolish.
Before he could even pull an inch out, hank had already launched a devastating attack, piercing his heart.
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The guardian's health was depleted. But he hadn't died yet. With all his might he grabbed onto Hank's spear and started emitting an ominous glow that was growing by the second.
Hank tried to pull his spear. It was futile.
He realized that he would lose a limb or two if he tried to save his spear, and let go. He kicked the guard away shortly before it exploded.
His spear was vaporized. The guard was dead. And the castle gates slowly opened.
Mockery.