"Fix this, huh?"

A man sighed as he gazed at the open area of the cave.

She really was a handful.

In front of him was a smooth crystal. Its purple light illuminated the rough walls of the cave, filling the hollow space with a mysterious aura. Strange symbols etched the crystal's glassy surface. It was a language he never learned, but he could read it fluently.  

“Seventh Rook of GIRUS”

He was certain that she had died to neutralize this crystal. Thinking about it, he reached into his pocket and took out a vial with yellow liquid.

Poison. Instant death.

The words of the others rang in his head. How they told him to move on. How they told him to focus on the future. But he couldn't forget their faces, their faces that gave him hope when everything was lost, their faces that filled with sadness as they learned of the other's death.

He couldn't care about the consequences of death. The only thing he could think of was to make everything right. To bring her back.

He was going to destroy the world. He wasn't a hero that could sacrifice things to save everyone, he wasn't a person who wanted to protect the world. He was just a normal person who cared for the people he loved, the things he did, the places he built.

He wasn't scared of death. He had died tens of times in more painful ways, in more painful situations, in more painful stakes.

Even though he couldn't undo time, even though he couldn't undo his mistakes, he knew that he was going to fix them.

“I guess it’s up to them.”

Without a slight hesitation, he gulped the entire poison vile. As he wiped his mouth, he suddenly gagged. Then his eyes rolled up and he collapsed. As his corpse laid on the ground, unmoving, a purple light burned in his hand.

“Fourth Knight of GIRUS. Unending Death.”