Soul

The ground was cold, rough, and every movement left a trail of blood behind you. The pain in your side was unbearable, but you couldn't stop. Behind you, Soul walked slowly, his dark figure illuminated by the flames of the ruined city.

“Is this what’s left of you?” He asked, his voice laced with contempt. You a hero, crawling like a worm. You didn’t answer. There was no strength to speak, only to move forward. Images of your past with him flashed through your mind: shared laughter, battles fought together, dreams for a better world. Now, all of that was broken.

“You think you can escape?” Soul continued, stepping closer. In his hand, a sphere of dark energy crackled furiously. You barely managed to turn to face him. “You don’t have to… I can still stop you…” He laughed, a bitter laugh. “It’s too late. For me… and for you…” With a last-ditch effort, you grabbed a nearby metal shard. If you were going to end up here, you weren’t going to do it without a fight.