This was my moment.

This was what I’d been waiting for.

Everything led up to this.

Everything I’d worked for, everything I did, was all for this moment.

Yet I didn’t have anyone with me.

I was alone.

All I had was this stupid, shiny scythe and a small bottle of ice water.

I had to do this alone.

I wouldn’t have anyone by my side.

Just me, myself, and I.

Again.

Like it always was; like it always had been.

Not only was I going to hopelessly attempt to save the world, but rescue my friends as well.

They were supposed to help me with this battle.

I couldn’t do this by myself. I would certainly die.

But I didn’t care. As long as I freed my friends, I didn’t care what happened to me. They would finish the job in my honor.

It was hard walking towards the door because I knew for a fact that I was going to die; I wasn’t prepared for that.

I had so much to say to so many people and so many apologizes to give. So much to do and so much to achieve.

And I wouldn’t be able to do any of it.

Despite all of this, I still forced myself towards the door.

It didn’t help that it was at the end of a long corridor.

It also didn’t help that I knew what my death would be. I’d either literally fall or I’d be tortured mercilessly until my inevitable end.

Either way, I knew my head would be hung somewhere as a trophy; a victory reminder.

A reminder that the golden boy had died, most likely due to being murdered at the end of a practically eternal torture session.

So I guess I lied earlier. I DID care what would happen to me. Even if it was selfish, I couldn’t help it.

My body shook as I walked to the point where I was barely standing up and barely able to hold my scythe.

I stopped walking. I took a deep breath to steady my nerves and continued.

I was going to do this.

I was going to save my friends and that’s what mattered the most. If I died, they’d manage without me. I wasn’t a vital part of the crew although everyone would strongly disagree with that statement.

I got to the end of the corridor, took a deep breath, and opened the door leading to the void.

I was going to die here. No matter what happened, every outcome ended with me dying.

But I stepped into the void anyway.