The wizard sat cross legged at the center of a chalk circle elaborate lines of ethereal light dance from the floor to the ceiling. All the while the Bard stands behind them, shredding the violen like an absolute master.
The warrior trekked across the blackened land. A burning light in the far distance called to her. The gates of Hell appeared before her. Fires hotter than a radiant sun burned against her cold eyes. She drew her cursed blade. The gates withdrew. The smile curled across her face. It was time for the world to become anew.
