“What…are you?” said the defeated god, as he dropped his sword.

His body soaked

from both worm blood, and his own.

The warrior had heard those words many times before, but when standing above this
god, he finally knew.

“I am a killer. I am no ‘Protector’. No ‘Bulwark’. I've spent my entire life training to fight

like since we got stranded here, and ive loved every second of it. I am a survivor. A
warrior. I know nothing of this life you've had, nor do I care. What I do know is that it's
about to end.”

“You.. monster…”

“Nothing I haven't been called before.”

He turned his back to the godly figure.

“I may be a monster, but you’re nothing more than a false god. Nothing more than
another notch on my spears shaft. a trophy I intend to smile at the memory of killing.”

“How…?”

In silence, the warrior turned back to the god and entered his final stance. His spear
crackled to life, energy sparking from its tip.

“Begone.”

He lands the final blow, shaking the old ship's battered hull.

It's quiet.

The ship whirrs to life. He can see an old ally at the bridge, fumbling with the controls.

“No…” he growled. “Not yet..”

He jumps off the ship, and watches as it leaves.

“Now I am god. Let's see how long this planet lasts.” as his eyes wander toward the
dead worms.