A man wandering from faraway lands decided to rest on a nice green hill. The view from it reached nearby forests and cutting through them calm river. He rested his arm on a sword that he previously stuck into the ground. The warrior started reminiscing about his past battles, of which he never lost even one, coming out of them victoriously, mockingly saying it was "not even close". Nobody could ever match him in the art of the blade.
He snapped out from his head back to reality with a cheerful bark of his fluffy companion. He then slowly took off his precious crown, which landed inside the sword on the cold ground. Next he unbuttoned his long, lively red cape, resting it around the swords handle.
-It't time for us to go, buddy -he said to his friend, gazing last time at the already hidden behind the horizon sun, as a gentle breeze brushed through his hair.
It was a time to pass on, but it didn't make him sad. It made him happy that he was able to live in this world and meet so many wonderful people that will remember him and pass his legend down for next years to come. Because Technoblade never dies.
and the universe said I love you
and the universe said you are not alone
and the universe said I love you because you are love.
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