Chapter 2
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Somewhere, deep in the dark cosmos of a dying universe... Someone let out a sigh.
He was tired.
His name was Pfortner, and he was the last gatekeeper in existence. Well, at least in this universe.
The gatekeepers were created by the gods to manage the movement of souls in this universe.
They were administrators of a sort. But there were no more gods left to give him tasks, and out of all the souls he had once managed, there was only one left.
Pfortner was tired, but his work was nearing completion.
He turned his attention to a display nearby.
Its focus was on a lone figure facing a tide of nightmare creatures, the same ones that laid waste to the universe he was supposed to manage...
He had thought his work would end a long time ago, but she was still there.
Somehow this lonely lost soul had managed to keep surviving on a planet that had been killed, under a sun that was being consumed.
Pfortner shook his head.
How much longer would she continue?
It had already been nearly a quarter of a millennium... Yet she was still...
On the display, he could see the fight about to start.
The girl on the hill began to change.
Her eyes opened, and they were no longer the emerald color from before. They glowed with a dull, molten red, the same color of the dying sun she fought under.
Across her skin, molten lines began to appear, spreading like lava and forming into arrays and runes whose meaning nobody could remember.
Her skin changed from cold gray to a muted metallic blue, an indication that the transformation was complete.
No matter how many times Pfortner saw this scene, he still marveled at it.
So simple, yet so complex. This transformation allowed one girl to survive against what even the gods themselves had succumbed to.
No matter how much Pfortner had analyzed and researched, he had never been able to discover the method that allowed the transformation.
It followed no known energy pattern, had no known cosmic origin, and not a single damned thing in the entire database of the gods had any information that told him what caused it.
He had even managed to discover the way the enemy consumed the universe and fueled itself, but the machinations of that girl's seemingly simple transformation eluded him to this day.
As Pfortner watched, the battle began.
The enemy reached the small hill the girl stood on and attacked with the eerie ferociousness that allowed them to consume the very cosmos themselves.
They were a tsunami that consumed everything.
But she would not be washed away.
The runes on her skin glowed, and two molten blades appeared in the air.
She moved her left hand and the wave of death coming for her was shredded by the blades.
They moved so fast only twin molten red streaks could be seen, and they reaped a grim harvest among the enemy.
The runes on her skin glowed again and a magnum appeared in her right hand.
The metal of the gun matched the blue hue of her skin, and the same molten runes could be seen etched along the barrel.
She raised the magnum towards the enemy, and fired.
A volcanic blast of red pierced through the enemy, obliterating everything in its path and whatever happened to be nearby.
All this time the twin blades never rested, following her hand as they reaped their harvest.
Again and again the magnum fired, the blasts echoing across the dead plains of the planet once called Gaia.
The enemy threw themselves at her with silent ferociousness, but they never even made her lift her feet.
Pfortner shook his head again, this time in despair.
No matter how many she killed, it didn't matter.
The enemy had no end. The research done by the administrators and the gods had already confirmed this, and it had driven them to madness
This was an extinction grade event that could not be stopped.
The only thing left for the enemy to consume was a single soul, a dying star, and a useless gatekeeper that was not even truly alive.
The worst thing was, out here in the graveyard that once was a galaxy, nobody could hear his scream of despair.
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Somewhere, deep in the dark cosmos of a dying universe... Someone let out a sigh.
He was tired.
His name was Pfortner, and he was the last gatekeeper in existence. Well, at least in this universe.
The gatekeepers were created by the gods to manage the movement of souls in this universe.
They were administrators of a sort. But there were no more gods left to give him tasks, and out of all the souls he had once managed, there was only one left.
Pfortner was tired, but his work was nearing completion.
He turned his attention to a display nearby.
Its focus was on a lone figure facing a tide of nightmare creatures, the same ones that laid waste to the universe he was supposed to manage...
He had thought his work would end a long time ago, but she was still there.
Somehow this lonely lost soul had managed to keep surviving on a planet that had been killed, under a sun that was being consumed.
Pfortner shook his head.
How much longer would she continue?
It had already been nearly a quarter of a millennium... Yet she was still...
On the display, he could see the fight about to start.
The girl on the hill began to change.
Her eyes opened, and they were no longer the emerald color from before. They glowed with a dull, molten red, the same color of the dying sun she fought under.
Across her skin, molten lines began to appear, spreading like lava and forming into arrays and runes whose meaning nobody could remember.
Her skin changed from cold gray to a muted metallic blue, an indication that the transformation was complete.
No matter how many times Pfortner saw this scene, he still marveled at it.
So simple, yet so complex. This transformation allowed one girl to survive against what even the gods themselves had succumbed to.
No matter how much Pfortner had analyzed and researched, he had never been able to discover the method that allowed the transformation.
It followed no known energy pattern, had no known cosmic origin, and not a single damned thing in the entire database of the gods had any information that told him what caused it.
He had even managed to discover the way the enemy consumed the universe and fueled itself, but the machinations of that girl's seemingly simple transformation eluded him to this day.
As Pfortner watched, the battle began.
The enemy reached the small hill the girl stood on and attacked with the eerie ferociousness that allowed them to consume the very cosmos themselves.
They were a tsunami that consumed everything.
But she would not be washed away.
The runes on her skin glowed, and two molten blades appeared in the air.
She moved her left hand and the wave of death coming for her was shredded by the blades.
They moved so fast only twin molten red streaks could be seen, and they reaped a grim harvest among the enemy.
The runes on her skin glowed again and a magnum appeared in her right hand.
The metal of the gun matched the blue hue of her skin, and the same molten runes could be seen etched along the barrel.
She raised the magnum towards the enemy, and fired.
A volcanic blast of red pierced through the enemy, obliterating everything in its path and whatever happened to be nearby.
All this time the twin blades never rested, following her hand as they reaped their harvest.
Again and again the magnum fired, the blasts echoing across the dead plains of the planet once called Gaia.
The enemy threw themselves at her with silent ferociousness, but they never even made her lift her feet.
Pfortner shook his head again, this time in despair.
No matter how many she killed, it didn't matter.
The enemy had no end. The research done by the administrators and the gods had already confirmed this, and it had driven them to madness
This was an extinction grade event that could not be stopped.
The only thing left for the enemy to consume was a single soul, a dying star, and a useless gatekeeper that was not even truly alive.
The worst thing was, out here in the graveyard that once was a galaxy, nobody could hear his scream of despair.
Somewhere, deep in the dark cosmos of a dying universe... Someone let out a sigh.He was tired.His name was Pfortner, and he was the last gatekeeper in existence. Well, at least in this universe.The gatekeepers were created by the gods to manage the movement of souls in this universe.They were administrators of a sort. But there were no more gods left to give him tasks, and out of all the souls he had once managed, there was only one left.Pfortner was tired, but his work was nearing completion.He turned his attention to a display nearby.Its focus was on a lone figure facing a tide of nightmare creatures, the same ones that laid waste to the universe he was supposed to manage...He had thought his work would end a long time ago, but she was still there.Somehow this lonely lost soul had managed to keep surviving on a planet that had been killed, under a sun that was being consumed.Pfortner shook his head.How much longer would she continue?It had already been nearly a quarter of a millennium... Yet she was still...On the display, he could see the fight about to start.The girl on the hill began to change.Her eyes opened, and they were no longer the emerald color from before. They glowed with a dull, molten red, the same color of the dying sun she fought under.Across her skin, molten lines began to appear, spreading like lava and forming into arrays and runes whose meaning nobody could remember.Her skin changed from cold gray to a muted metallic blue, an indication that the transformation was complete.No matter how many times Pfortner saw this scene, he still marveled at it.So simple, yet so complex. This transformation allowed one girl to survive against what even the gods themselves had succumbed to.No matter how much Pfortner had analyzed and researched, he had never been able to discover the method that allowed the transformation.It followed no known energy pattern, had no known cosmic origin, and not a single damned thing in the entire database of the gods had any information that told him what caused it.He had even managed to discover the way the enemy consumed the universe and fueled itself, but the machinations of that girl's seemingly simple transformation eluded him to this day.As Pfortner watched, the battle began.The enemy reached the small hill the girl stood on and attacked with the eerie ferociousness that allowed them to consume the very cosmos themselves.They were a tsunami that consumed everything.But she would not be washed away.The runes on her skin glowed, and two molten blades appeared in the air.She moved her left hand and the wave of death coming for her was shredded by the blades.They moved so fast only twin molten red streaks could be seen, and they reaped a grim harvest among the enemy.The runes on her skin glowed again and a magnum appeared in her right hand.The metal of the gun matched the blue hue of her skin, and the same molten runes could be seen etched along the barrel.She raised the magnum towards the enemy, and fired.A volcanic blast of red pierced through the enemy, obliterating everything in its path and whatever happened to be nearby.All this time the twin blades never rested, following her hand as they reaped their harvest.Again and again the magnum fired, the blasts echoing across the dead plains of the planet once called Gaia.The enemy threw themselves at her with silent ferociousness, but they never even made her lift her feet.Pfortner shook his head again, this time in despair.No matter how many she killed, it didn't matter.The enemy had no end. The research done by the administrators and the gods had already confirmed this, and it had driven them to madnessThis was an extinction grade event that could not be stopped.The only thing left for the enemy to consume was a single soul, a dying star, and a useless gatekeeper that was not even truly alive.The worst thing was, out here in the graveyard that once was a galaxy, nobody could hear his scream of despair.
