CHAPTER 4

Before you is a room. In it's center, is a bloodied altar. All that remains in this room, at the edge of time, at the end of the world, is you. You, and the other last man alive.

"They have all ate themselves up there...Gnawing on their very bones. Boy! I was a conqueror, I took down the cities of all mankind. I am Tulkas, the Satyr! Vanduvius Slash! Blackhoof the Greater! Every city I conquered, a new man was born! Aye, I was! I was Cynoggar for I took the fool corpse's name! I was Lord Blackwell and I was glad to eat the hearts of fools!"

"I was Agilus the Conqueror! And before, before you came, I was countless things. Countless things I was, things you have never seen, smelled, touched! I lead an Empire of Sin! Armies of Hatred under my black hoof...And I conquered the lands above a new man each time, like a wolf in sheeps skin."

He unsheathes a dagger of bronze and inlaid gold "There are no more people alive...you understand? Not a single soul breathes, except for you and me...You know how that feels? To be so absolutely alone?"

"You know how it feels? To be the only man alive to have seen the end? Insanity! It is all meaningless, all of this meaningless! I only wished to see the sun...before it went white, before the eternal winter! But I couldnt even have that! You killed me before, before I could see it! But you didnt even realize..."

The room is now empty.

You walk now. It is simpler than it looks. One foot after another, they say.

You know face the most terrible thing. It is just a valley, like any other. Yes, unlike any other...

First. The hairs dance and flee and come join.

Second. The teeth rot, one by one, they waste away to ash. Then the tongue jumps out of the body and crawls away.

Third. The flesh contorts as the skin is ripped away and flayed like a pig's funeral.

Fourth. The muscles slowly wither and one by one they join the halls of the dead.

Fifth. The bones follow. All you are now is nothing more than a head and a spine.

Sixth. The skullcage slowly circles itself open. The brain is free, severed from this world.

Seventh. You stand in a room. A machine before you.

"ENKIDIAN" is scrawled in your mind.

You plunge the sword deep into the beasts heart. You see now...you're the last one.