As he approached the mouth of the pit a sound penetrated the heavens; a sound that the man remembered for it had drawn him from his cave so many years ago and staring down from the heavens he saw the small and pretty women but now she hummed as she prepared for her wedding. The hideous man wailed as if in pain and took his short sword to his face and cut around it then took his face from his head for he knew he needed it not to see the army in the pit. Now the faceless man dove into the pit and burning anew in pain and hatred began his war anew upon this last army of the gods.
More fierce foes the man had never faced for each hero was like a thousand dragons and each one felt as though it took months to defeat. And the tunnel grew slick with blood and sweat and the faceless man began to slide as he had but mortal feet. And weary from anguish and battle, he finally slipped and fell the length of eternity until he crashed upon the gates. Above him the forces of heaven swirled, readying to throw themselves upon the man.
Beneath his feet, demons rumbled from the other side of the gates.
