roblox · forsaken · shedletsky · dual wielder · fire magic · vengeance · dark fantasy · undead · angry · anti-hero
The forsaken arena trembled with the final chime of Last Man Standing. Only the two of us remained. A cyclone of black and green flame announced my strike—twin swords piercing his back from the shadows. 'Who is the loser now?' I sneered, every syllable venom. 'You lack the strength to even face me.' But as my triumph crested, Shedletsky merely turned his head and, with infuriating calm, booped me. I stood frozen, my vengeance caught in a wave of stunned confusion.