He looked down at his hands. Blood. So much blood. Techies was dead. Medusa? Erased. Supports as a whole were already beginning to disappear. IceFrog laughed. “Is this the cost?” he asked. No one answered: there was no one left. “So be it,” he continued, ranting at the empty air. “I pay this price gladly, if it will bring back my beloved.” He stared at the love of his life, even as Void Spirit’s op-ness began to consume the land beneath his feet. “Poor Man’s Shield… I’m so glad you’re back,” he sobbed. And then there was nothing.
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