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“I didn’t do anything, he literally started it!” Wemmbu whined, practically yelling. He rubbed his temples and let out a deep sigh.
“It doesn't matter. You made a mistake. Go back to Cindercrest and apologize to FlameFrags.” Arachnid shook his head, looking down at Wemmbu through his creepy, spider-like red eyes. Yungy remained at his side, occasionally glancing between the two, ready to step in at any moment.
Wemmbu stood in front of the unnecessarily large throne, Arachnid banners plastered all around the castle. Bright lights hung from the high ceiling. It was so tall that they seemed dim from the floor, yet blinding whenever he looked up at them. The room was cold. It made Wemmbu shiver through his scratched-up armor, its durability already running low.
“No. No.” Wemmbu scoffed, taking a step forward. His sword dragged across the floor, his grip on the handle so tight that his hands shook, his knuckles turning white. “Flame attacked me. I was just minding my own business!”
It was true. He had been out collecting ice when he happened to run into FlameFrags in the mountains. Flame immediately started attacking him. He seemed frustrated, like he was taking something out on him.
All Wemmbu did was fight back. What kind of Kingdom of Power gets mad at you for fighting?
“Wemmbu, you understand why we wouldn’t believe you didn't provoke Flame. Flame doesn't just attack people for no reason.” Yungy looked Wemmbu up and down, his tone patronizing.
“You should realize you aren’t second in command anymore.” Wemmbu’s voice lowered into a hiss, his sharp teeth showing for just a second. He took a deep breath.
Yungy let out a tch, but didn't reply.
“Wemmbu, good job putting him in his place.” Arachnid clapped slowly, the compliment as fake as his webs. “Now, fly back to Cindercrest and—”
“I’m not doing jack shit.” Wemmbu interrupted, closing his eyes as he tried to calm himself. He opened them slowly.
Was the floor always this shiny? He looked down at his reflection in the polished stone.
“Because what? You’re gonna kill Egg? Okay, then you lose the war. I know you won’t kill him.”
Wemmbu lifted his sword, staring at his reflection in the netherite blade now. They looked different.
Arachnid raised a brow, crossing his legs. “We won’t kill him.” He paused.
His creepy eyes pierced into Wemmbu while his disgustingly long fingers tapped against the arm of the throne.
Wemmbu held back a grimace. He never liked spiders.
“You wouldn't want to see him get tortured.” Arachnid finished, tilting his head.
Wemmbu opened his mouth. No words came out. His hand dropped back to his side, a sigh of defeat escaping him.
“I’m not apologizing to Flame.” He mumbled. “But I swear on my life he won’t tell Saps anything, punish me all you want if he does.” The last part he had to forcefully shove out his throat. Punish Wemmbu? He didn’t stand for shit like that.
He shouldn’t even be in this war, in this civilization. No matter what he says, everyone thinks he’s doing this willingly. They never listen.
Arachnid looked at him for a second before speaking. The spider’s legs around his back twitching. “You’re dismissed.”
Wemmbu rolled his eyes, turning towards the two giant doors at the end of the throne room, he began walking toward them.
He mumbled something under his breath as he pushed the heavy metal door open, it fell back behind him closing with a slam. He clenched his hands, everything in the damn caves were so cold.
He walked down the giant hall, taking all the unnecessary turns on the way out. His mind was blank as he did so, the movements pure muscle memory. Any thought that tried to creep into his head, he forced back out. The resentment, the anger, the frustration, the urge for revenge. He had no Eggchan to regulate him anymore, but he had to regulate himself if he wanted to get him back.
He didn’t really think again until he smelled the smelting ores in the air. He looked out at the caves, the houses, all the webs. Players talked amongst themselves, some laughing. He missed Eggchan so damn much.
He blinked a tad too fast, then looked down at his armor. It was time for a restock. He thought about going to CodMaster’s house first, but decided against it. He felt a little guilty doing that after putting all that TNT under his house.
He walked forward, taking a turn toward the gearing center. He paid no mind to the people standing in line. He had royalty after all. In fact, he’d told them all to leave. He didn’t want them standing around forever.
He didn’t care as they complained, grumbled, and mumbled. He didn’t feel bad for sending them away after they waited for hours. They all knew who he was, the one and only Wemmbu.
When he shut the door behind him, he sighed, collapsing against it. His back hit the steal as he leaned his head back, staring at the ceiling.
The ceiling was lower here, the lights closer. Yet they were more yellow, more dim. The room was smaller than most, the enchantment table humming from the side of the room. The shelves, the anvils, the upgraders... everything you’d need. He heard the spider spawner at the far end of the room.
Those damn spiders.
Their long legs and stupid noises.
He’d gotten used to them long ago, but recently he’d been a little jumpy around them.
Wemmbu took a deep breath, running his fingers through his long purple hair. It's fine. He never realized how much of a stabilizer Eggchan was for him until now, or how this was the first time he'd ever felt truly stuck. Usually he'd just kill everyone, escape with Egg, and deal with it all with his orbitals. But not with Egg trapped. Not with Eggchan just inches out of his grasp.
He walked toward the spider spawner, killing them swipe by swipe and collecting the XP. Once he had enough, he repaired his netherite and put a few more enchantments on it. He looked at Gambit.
“The durability is low...” he whispered, staring at the cracks running through the mace. He tilted his head. Where was Crucible? Arachnid probably took it. Crucible was probably long gone by now.
He placed Gambit on the anvil, looking at the worn mace as he reached for bottles of enchanting.
Wemmbu froze.
If Gambit breaks, what does that mean? Losing the memories attached to it, ManePear, his rivalry with FlameFrags, Yeah Jaron, the proof of his power. What did any of that even mean? Why did he care so much?
It's not like losing Gambit means losing himself.
Wemmbu stared at the bottles of enchanting with blank eyes. He tapped his foot against the floor before placing them back down.
Gambit would last a while longer, right?
He didn’t need to repair Gambit just yet. That’d be a waste of materials.
Wemmbu took the mace and walked out of the room. His amethyst trims shone against the light. He wasn’t as cold when his armour was fully repaired, but the caves were always cold.
Wemmbu tried not to think again. He never used to think in the first place. He wasn’t sure what changed. Yet the thought of just killing Arachnid seeped into his brain. He wouldn’t give him Egg back, so why shouldn’t he? He could already feel the satisfaction running through his bones, killing that creepy human-sized spider. He should’ve killed him days ago.
Wemmbu shook his head. He was now standing in front of CodMaster’s house. From inside, he could hear someone speaking, his name the only clear word. Of course, he could never have a single second of peace. He sighed, feeling the weight of Gambit in his hand. He should kill that bottomfeeder.
Wemmbu put Gambit away, biting his lip.
He felt the knob of the wooden door, opening it. He stepped in, closing the door behind him.
CodMaster was showing Yungy his cod, JadenMan seemingly third-wheeling a bit, laughing as Yungy nearly insulted CodMaster and his love for cod.
“Yungy?” Wemmbu sighed, stretching his voice out in annoyance. “Why are you literally everywhere?”
“Oh, Wemmbu!” Yungy turned toward him, dropping CodMaster’s cooked cod into the chest. “Arachnid told me to show up. I think he was just busy, so...”
“You’re actually helpless.” Wemmbu laughed, though it felt a bit fabricated in his chest. His throat felt like someone was choking him. Wemmbu took a step forward.
“He’s telling me I’m not the master of fishing.” CodMaster complained, closing his chest of cooked cod.
JadenMan laughed. “Yeah. It’s okay, CodMaster.”
Wemmbu laughed too, leaning against a nearby furnace.
It wasn’t so bad here, with Jaden and CodMaster. Yungy was... tolerable. He seemed to just follow them around like some type of toddler.
“It sounds like an issue if you can only fish for cod.” Yungy scolded, crossing his arms.
“No. I choose to only fish cod because—”
The sound of the trio’s voices muffled in Wemmbu’s ears, a ringing noise replacing them. He didn’t even notice it.
It wasn’t so bad, but did they actually care? He was just someone powerful. Scary. Someone they thought they could use and discard like a toy. Was he even that powerful if they could just do that?
He had control over his life.
Not the things in his life.
His life.
“Wemmbuuuu?” Yungy’s voice slowly returned. How long had he been calling him? “Are you alive?” Yungy nudged Wemmbu lightly, making him stumble off balance.
“What could you POSSIBLY want?” Wemmbu growled, his voice echoing through the small house that CodMaster and Jaden had recently renovated.
“Arachnid said we’re gonna escort him for some type of trade he’s doing in like an hour. I don’t know... it’s a bit suspicious.”
Wemmbu blinked. “Okay.” He mumbled. It’d be no problem. He had his orbitals, Gambit, everything he needed.
How many people would he have to kill before Gambit broke?
Not like he wanted Gambit to break or anything…
Quite the opposite.
Yungy went back to bothering CodMaster. Wemmbu’s eyes stayed glued to the floor.
Jaden glanced at Wemmbu, slipping away from the conversation. He leaned against the wall beside him.
“You’re really quiet today.”
Wemmbu looked over at Jaden. “Just tired. Fought Flame earlier.”
“Didn’t think you had the ability to sit still.” Jaden teased, though his voice didn’t sound very teasing. “What’s up?”
“I already told you. I’m just tired.” Wemmbu growled, forcing the words through his tightening throat.
Jaden paused, taking a good look at Wemmbu. Wemmbu scrolled through his inventory. He did that a lot. A stim, Jaden assumed.
“Are you gonna repair your mace?”
Wemmbu paused.
“Yeah.”
He said nothing else.
Jaden raised an eyebrow, then looked at Yungy and CodMaster. “Okay, I’ll leave you alone. Don’t be too sappy, though.” he whispered, slipping back to the group.
Wemmbu took Gambit back out, feeling the heavy weight of the mace in his hand. Gambit was dirty. He couldn’t see his reflection in it. It felt like some type of sign, but he wasn’t going to get all sentimental like that.
As he stared at the mace, he knew he couldn’t keep pushing the thought away.
His life no longer had a purpose.
Everything he cared about had been stripped away from him. He felt like nobody actually cared. His entire persona had been insulted too many times to count. People didn’t fear him anymore. They saw him as a weapon to be used.
And yet, they still framed him as the villain.
He brushed his hand against Gambit, feeling the cracks beneath his fingers. Gambit was strong. Heavy.
It wouldn’t break, right?
Surely if he kept using it without repairing it, it wouldn’t break.
And if it did?
What else did he have left to live for?
Wemmbu watched as the trio talked, and talked, and talked. He couldn’t help but think it would be much funnier if Egg was here. Wemmbu doubted he’d ever see him again. The hour passed as smooth as butter, but his mind was far from smooth.
“Oh, Wemmbu, we should probably get going now,” Yungy said, pushing CodMaster away. “Lord Arachnid will need us.”
“Yeah, you already said that before.” Wemmbu rubbed his head with his palm, feeling a headache coming on from the fight with Flame.
All those strength, swiftness, and fire resistance effects had taken their toll after being used so often. He really needed to take a break from fighting before the side effects got worse. Not like he could…
Yungy’s brows furrowed slightly. “Did you leave just now? I don’t think I heard a single word from you.”
“Nope… I was right here the entire time.” Wemmbu pushed himself off the furnace, brushing some coal residue off himself.
“Oh, great! You should be like this more often!” Yungy patted him on the back, and Wemmbu physically recoiled.
“And you call me annoying? You’re like some type of pest.” Wemmbu walked forward, almost tripping into the door. He caught himself, his hand clenching the knob before he turned it. He glanced back at Yungy before stepping through.
“Easy for you to say,” Yungy mumbled, stepping ahead of him. “You should be more grateful. I taught you how to drain—”
“I already knew how to water drain,” Wemmbu cut in, keeping his distance as they moved toward Arachnid’s castle.
“No. Nope, you know webs and stuff are my specialty.” Yungy turned around, walking backwards.
“Yeah, okay bud…” Wemmbu glared. “I hope you trip…” he whispered under his breath.
“Yo, what did you— AH!” Yungy slipped on a block of mud, falling straight onto his back. “Oh!”
Wemmbu paused, then clapped, stepping back. “Holy shit!” he laughed. “You actually tripped, oh my god!”
Yungy quickly got up, wiping mud off himself—it wasn’t very effective. “Yeah, well, maybe Gambit will break this fight,” he muttered.
Wemmbu froze, staring at him. Too much time passed. “Maybe it will.”
Yungy looked to the side, then back at Wemmbu. “Uhm… okayyy… that’s a bit awkward.” He turned back around. “Oh! We’re already at the castle.”
Wemmbu looked up. They were just stepping onto the large bridge leading to the castle entrance. He said nothing.
For the rest of the walk, Wemmbu didn’t speak. Yungy was basically talking to himself. He wasn’t sure why he was trying so hard to strike up a conversation anyway.
They made it back to the throne room. Arachnid wasn’t on his throne, instead getting something from a shulker box. Yungy practically skipped over to him, Wemmbu stayed back. Trade something, huh? What could that possibly be for? With who?
It didn’t matter. They’d just go and leave once the trade was finished.
Arachnid grabbed whatever he needed, then walked toward Wemmbu with Yungy at his side. His steps echoed through the giant throne room, the spider hisses he made occasionally putting Wemmbu on edge.
“Wemmbu, let’s go,” Arachnid ordered. Wemmbu nodded, waiting for them to walk ahead, but kept his distance a little wider than usual.
He sighed, looking around. There was no reason for this castle to be so big… just more places they could hide Egg from him. He looked forward. “Can I just use my elytra and wait for you guys?” He didn’t see the point in making this long walk every damn time.
He didn’t wait for Arachnid to respond before putting on his elytra. By the time Arachnid said yes, he was already long gone.
Wemmbu’s face softened as the air hit him. He exhaled, moving through the caves, weaving left and right to avoid webs and houses. It was nicer up here, away from judgment, away from people. Just enough pressure on his face to help him forget his problems.
It was peaceful.
He closed his eyes for a second—just a second—and when he opened them he nearly crashed into a wall. He yanked into a hard turn, trying to land properly, but ended up hitting the ground anyway, rolling through the grass. Pain spiked through his body as he forced himself to stop.
Wemmbu groaned, sitting up. Thankfully, it was only a few scrapes and cuts. Still, those little cuts stung like paper cuts.
He winced.
How did that even happen? He was amazing at elytra, especially after using it so much.
Wemmbu stood up, trying to wipe off the dirt that clung to him. He didn’t want Yungy and Arachnid to see it, it’d be more than embarrassing… especially after making fun of Yungy for tripping. This was definitely worse than a trip.
He pulled his sleeves down over his hands, trying to hide the small cuts and scrapes.
Not long after he cleaned himself up, Arachnid and Yungy arrived. He saw them walking up the stairs leading out of the cave and straightened himself up.
“You know, Wemmbu, you’re really inconsiderate,” Yungy jeered as he reached the surface, grass crunching under him.
Arachnid hissed quietly as he stepped into the sunlight. He seemed to react every time, maybe that’s why he liked to burrow. Or maybe it was just instinct.
“Whatever,” Wemmbu whispered, once again waiting for them to go in front of him. He followed behind, glancing around constantly—behind, left, right.
“Wemmbu, you should smile more.” Yungy glanced over his shoulder at the sulking Wemmbu. “I think—I think it’d fit your whole prince persona.”
“Prince persona?” Wemmbu scoffed, almost laughing. The thought was ridiculous. He looked at the quiet Arachnid leading the way.
“Well, you have the crown, the heels, the hair—”
“Yeah, I’m good.” Wemmbu brushed it off, fingers curling against his sleeve. Why did such small cuts sting so much? He tanked sword hits just fine. That fight with Flame really wore him out.
“We’re nearing the area.” Arachnid spoke, they were ascending a mountain now.
Wemmbu could see three guys with invisibility at the top. Full netherite. Was all that really necessary?
Once they made it to the top, Arachnid stood between Wemmbu and Yungy, slightly ahead. He placed a shulker box in front of the invis guys, Wemmbu wasn’t sure what was in it.
The front invis guy placed another shulker beside Arachnid’s. Arachnid nodded, before mining his own. “Pleasure doing business with you.” He offered his hand for a handshake.
Only to be met with a sword.
“Careful Arachnid!” Yungy yelled, pushing him out the way. He pulled out his sword, slashing a guy on the left, he met the attack with his own sword. Yungy placed a web, pushing him inside, the guy threw an ender pearl away, eating golden apples.
Wemmbu sighed, the others were already sparring. He took a bite of his golden apple, before taking out Gambit.
He took a look at the cracks before switching his chestplate for his elytra.
Wemmbu windcharged forward, hitting the middle invis guy’s shield with the mace. He windcharged again, this time breaking the shield, and switching to his sword. The invis guy pearled away, but Wemmbu quickly followed. Wemmbu windcharged again, flying up with his elytra, falling back down. The mace hit clean and popped the guy’s totem.
Again.
The invis guy tried to run and gap, Wemmbu flew right behind him, one more hit and he died, dropping his items on the ground.
Wemmbu took a deep breath. Gambit’s durability was so low now. He had no idea when it would break, any hit could be its last.
But it still had more fight in it, right? It’d be a waste of materials to repair it now.
Wemmbu took a second to look at Gambit. He looked up, then around, swallowing the saliva stuck in his mouth. He chased the guy pretty far from the mountain.
His fingers traced the cracks. He knew he should repair it. Why was he stalling so much? He knew why he was stalling.
He took a breath, pushing the thought out of his head. If only Egg was here.
Wemmbu heard the leaves crunch under him as he made his way back through the oak forest and up toward the mountain. He saw Yungy and Arachnid standing at the top. Good, they didn’t leave him.
Not that he cared.
Wemmbu made his way up. “What happened to the last guy?”
“Uhhhhh, you didn’t get him?” Yungy scratched the back of his head.
“No, he ran the other direction.” Wemmbu was now fully at the top, standing by Yungy. The pain from the little cuts almost completely faded now, but now he had pain from fighting an actually decent PvPer. That guy wasn’t so bad.
“It doesn’t matter, we got the materials.” Arachnid looked between them, then behind him. “Wemmbu.”
Wemmbu’s ear perked up.
“I see your mace is close to breaking. Do you need something to repair it?”
“No… I’ll repair it when we get back.” Wemmbu looked at Arachnid, then at the ground. He knew he wouldn’t. He tried not to think about it.
“You can fly back if you want.” Arachnid nodded his head.
Wemmbu didn’t say a word, his elytra was already on. He got his fireworks ready and flew up, heading back toward the caves.
Yeah, repair it when they get back.
Wemmbu flew, he couldn’t stop thinking about everyone he knew. Flame, Parrot, Spoke—fuck, even Lomedy, Mapicc, everyone. Boosfer, Lettuce, Lopez.
He wasn’t sure why.
He had a brief idea.
A brief one.
There was this hierarchy on the server, this dynamic. When everyone worked together. Flame, Parrot, Spoke, and him, things went smoothly. They were all so different, but were better together.
Wemmbu never liked to acknowledge that until now. It all felt bittersweet.
How would Egg react? Who would protect him if he ever got out?
Wemmbu blinked, feeling the wind hit his face as he dived down closer to the floor. He landed in front of the entrance to the cave. Being up there made him think too much sometimes.
He rubbed his head. He still had a headache. Wemmbu scoffed at his thoughts. How would Egg react to what? Nothing was going to happen.He flew back in, avoiding going too high. Being closer to the floor was a reminder to ground himself. Did Egg ground him? What did it even mean to regulate someone? Wemmbu looked at the ground, letting the thought go.
Wemmbu landed in front of CodMaster’s house, taking off his elytra and putting his chestplate back on. He prayed Yungy wouldn’t be there. He didn’t really want to see him right now.
Mechanically, Wemmbu opened the door for what felt like the thousandth time. Jaden and CodMaster waited for him on the other side. He shut the door behind him.
“How was it?” Jaden asked, pausing his conversation with CodMaster.
“Banned some invis guys.” Wemmbu shrugged, his voice indifferent. He thought about the gearing center. Repair his mace? He could do that later. Seems like a waste of time right now.
“Oh.” Jaden nodded.
CodMaster looked at Wemmbu, then at his chest of cod. “Do you want some cod?”
Wemmbu laughed. “Why would I want cod?” He stretched the words out, shaking his head.
Jaden rubbed his neck, tapping a finger against it. “Don’t you have a mansion? Why do you stay with CodMaster? You can take a break.”
Wemmbu narrowed his eyes slightly. “I just wanna spend some more time with you guys these next few days.”
He looked down. Why has everyone been so weird today? Yungy being extra talkative, Jaden asking if he was okay, CodMaster offering him cod. Did he look off or something?
Jaden let his hand drop. It hit against his leg with a muffled sound. “You should get some rest. You said you fought Flame.”
“Right.” Wemmbu reached for the doorknob again, not looking up as he stumbled out the door. Did they not want him there?
His cold hands fidgeted with each other as he made his way up to the mansion, through the elevator and toward the webs. Take a left.
It was even colder up here, worse than an ice biome. He shivered as he walked inside.
Wemmbu didn’t look around. He went straight to his room and flopped onto his bed. It was warm and soft against his rough, calloused skin.
Maybe he should get some rest. He was feeling a bit feverish after all.
But as he lay there, he couldn’t fall asleep. His thoughts were too crowded. A part of him was restless, thinking about fights he might participate in tomorrow.
It was only a matter of time until Gambit broke.
Wemmbu opened his eyes, blinking as his vision adjusted. He looked around the room. How long had he been asleep? He wasn’t sure.
It looked like noon outside. Did he sleep through an entire day? Well, he was feeling feverish yesterday. Maybe he actually had a fever.
Wemmbu stood up, stretching. When was the last time he ate? God... He grabbed some steak, eating it relatively fast.
He didn’t have much to do. He could repair Gambit, but…
Wemmbu decided he’d wait until he was called in for a fight, or to do whatever the Spider King wanted. He sat at his table, staring at nothing as he waited. Surely it wouldn’t be long. Yungy was always bothering him anyway.
Hours passed, or what felt like hours, and nobody came. Wemmbu bounced his leg, the wooden floor creaking beneath him as he looked around. Was nobody seriously looking for him today? There was always somebody looking for him.
He brushed his hands against the desk. He needed to move his body.
He needed to fight.
If he didn’t fight, how would Gambit—
Wemmbu shoved the thought out of his head.
He stood up, his chair scraping back with a screech. He really was starting to get antsy.
These houses were pretty high up. Maybe he could…
Wemmbu took Gambit out, holding the damaged mace in his hand. It felt heavier than usual. He took slow steps out the door, his feet dragging against the floor with an annoying scrape. He didn’t notice it.
He looked down from the edge of the giant cobweb. There was a player right there.
He didn’t have a water bucket on him. If he missed, surely he’d die.
Not like it mattered.
Wemmbu jumped off the web, feeling the pressure hit him as he fell, watching the ground get closer and closer until—
BAM!
He killed the player below him in a single hit.
Wemmbu didn’t feel guilty. He just looked at Gambit. Was that a new crack? He pulled up the mace information.
Two more hits until it broke.
Wemmbu felt his heart pounding in his chest, adrenaline rushing through him. It seemed to finally click in his brain what he was actually going to do, what all those thoughts he kept avoiding meant, why he had been getting so eager.
The scariest thing was that he didn’t want to change his mind.
Wemmbu felt his eyes blur, but he didn’t let the tears fall. Instead, he thought, what could get these last two durability?
He could find another person to kill, but who? He crossed that idea out. He got lucky just now.
He slowly moved Gambit out of his view, his eyes catching on the ground.
BANG!
He slammed Gambit against the ground as hard as he could. He wasn’t sure if it’d work, but it was worth a try, right?
He checked the info.
1 more hit.
This time, a single tear rolled down his face. He couldn’t push it away anymore. Today he was going to die. He had already decided it, deep down, a long, long time ago.
It was just a thought at first. Egg being taken was the final straw.
But the world is cruel, isn’t it?
He was going to die, and that was that.
Wemmbu sniffled, wiping the tears from his cheek. He had to be strong. Anyone could see him vulnerable if they walked past.
He wasn’t sure if this was fair. It felt like he cheated. Gambit wasn’t breaking from fighting, but because he did it himself. Did that still count?
It had to count.
He put Gambit back in his inventory and flew up to the mansion.
He stumbled inside like he’d eaten a pufferfish. Wemmbu couldn’t stop the tears streaming down his face. He tried to wipe them away, but they wouldn’t stop.
He looked around shakily.
He couldn’t just kill himself. What about Egg? He needed to know. And everyone else.
He had to tell them somehow.
He grabbed a book and quill.
“This letter is my last. I guess this is awkward, isn’t it? It proves nobody can kill me. I’ll always be the most powerful.
I just wanted to say a few things.
To my dear Eggchan,
I’ve been thinking about you nonstop for days now. I think maybe, just maybe, if I obey Arachnid well enough, he’ll let you go. But I know he won’t. I have to do this.
I appreciate you for putting up with my bullshit. I know you have a pure heart, unlike me. Yet you still put up with me when I killed people, even grounding me.
Thank you.
I really don’t have much to say, but I know I couldn’t just die without leaving you something. If anything, you’d probably forget.
I know I shouldn’t be joking at a time like this. I’m sorry.
I hope you know you always made me smile, Egg. You were something to live for.
– Wemmbu
P.S. Tell the others for me. Don’t blame yourself.”
Wemmbu closed the book with shaky hands. It was signed, locked, ready. His tears had finally stopped, though a few had fallen onto the paper.
He pushed the book away.
He took a step back, clutching the mace in his hand.
His body trembled. He felt like he couldn’t breathe.
He was scared.
Maybe deep down he didn’t want to do this.
Deep down, he didn’t want to die.
But it was too late.
He threw the mace up as high as he could.
He spread his arms as it fell above him in slow motion.
For a moment, he felt free.
Wemmbu smiled.
[Wemmbu was smashed by Wemmbu with Gambit.]