The Brute engaged The Quiet in the sky. It blasted it with fire, smoke and destruction to no avail. The Quiet just devoured it's attacks like it had countless universes before. The Brute launched itself up at The Quiet and I figured it stood no chance. It's body began to glow with a powerful light that seared my eyes and suddenly there was a crack. Like a shattering mirror spidery cracks spread through the nothingness from the point where The Brute's arms speared into The Quiet. He started to pull his hands apart and a sound like existence screaming filled the air as something began to appear in the center. The Brute was ripping open a hole in nothingness... A hole to another universe? A hole to the core of The Quiet. I don't know. But as the hole widened I saw things. I saw life, people, a happy living universe. Then I felt The brute's gaze on this new universe as well and knew that this universe would be destroyed just as mine had. Tha I would again be the harbringer of the end of life and beauty.
I never wanted any of this... I decided I wouldn't let it happen... I turned to The Dying Man.
Me: I have to stop this!
DM: There's only one way.
Me: How!?
DM: You are The Brute. You are the connection through which he can exist...
Me: I have to die?
DM: He will realize what you're doing. You won't have much time.
Me: I don't have a weapon!
DM: You're the god damned Brute you are a weapon!
I realized what he meant. I had done it once before I could do it again now. I formed a blade out of the air as I had, what felt like so long ago, in my fight with The Faceless Bastard. I heard The Brute roar it had realized what I was about to do. It wasn't going to stop me. I wouldn't let it.
This ends now.
