As the sun rose over the horizon, I stood covered in the dark blood of what I had just killed. With my voice hoarse and unable to scream any longer, I reached up to the sky and grasped at it. In that moment I felt like I could reach up to the stars and hold the clouds themselves in my grip, beholding the view reserved only for the Gods.
For I had caught up. Caught up to them. Those who were once my friends. Those heroes.
I did not know of their fate in the end, only that they listened to my plea to run away. I lay helpless in the grasp of a horrid beast, too frightened to save even myself. I was truly lucky to have escaped in the end.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-!"
I screamed victoriously again, once I had caught enough of my breath. No matter how I tried to brush it away and try to calm down, I couldn't. For I had finally did it. I had killed that thing so incomprehensible that it made my heart stop the second I saw it. And now I could stand side-by-side with all of them. I could return to my friends, restart my life and put my future back on track. I would no longer be worthless, reduced to standing on the side-lines and being a bystander. Now I would be just like them. A Hero.
And so began my journey across every corner of the world, the journey that would earn me the name of The Wanderer Monarch.