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The stars seem dim now.
They used to be so bright and warm and so beautiful. But just like everything else, they’ve lost their light and their life.
As my bloodied self lies here on the final battlefield, half alive and half dead, I ponder. Was anything worth it? If one day this world was doomed anyways, what was the point of enduring all the suffering, all the loss, and all the pain? Just to see the worlds we’ve strived to protect for so long all get destroyed and have their inhabitants slaughtered, while we try in vain to stop it?
The questions gnaw at me like a relentless parasite in the hollowed-out shell of my mind. We have bled, suffered injuries, and sacrificed so much, only for nothing to matter in the end.
Perhaps it is because my brain is dying that my thoughts are so scattered, so wild and rambled. There’s blood gushing from my numerous wounds, and there’s a gaping hole in my chest from his spear. Uxas’ spear. Uxas—the Bringer of the End, Supreme Ruler of his planet, and so many other conceited titles. The reason behind the destruction of so many worlds. And the reason everyone is dead. All my friends, teammates, and countless innocent lives.
It’s all my fault. I’m the reason everyone is dead.
I am dying, and I am the last. The last superhero of Earth, and of the universe, even. The last of the Lightbringers. I was too weak though. I am too weak. If only I was stronger, then I could’ve had more power. I could’ve stopped Uxas. I could’ve avenged everyone and brought them back to life. But no, I am weak and my power ran out.
“All your teammates have died in vain, and you will join them sooner or later. Why deny the inevitable?” Uxas had said during our battle.
In a way, the reason why I’m dying right now is a mockery. Uxas didn’t even have to use any of his powers to kill me. He only had to throw his spear at me, and my shield eventually gave out. Here I am, bleeding out. And I’ve used up so much of my powers to continuously heal my lethal injuries and to fight that now, I have no power left to heal myself just one more time.
And now I see memories and blurs of faces. It’s that thing people do when they’re dying; they see their life flash before their eyes. Friends and teammates who I’ve spent years with and made so many memories with. But that doesn’t matter anymore because everyone is dead and everything is gone, all in Uxas’ hands now.
Why are we powerless to stop our fate? Why is it that no matter how hard we tried, everyone died anyway, and Uxas and his army won. I wish I could’ve had the power to stop him, to stop all of the suffering.
In the end, nothing mattered.