ONE LAST FIGHT - by Christian Post | World's Most Heroic Orchestral Music

[@awakeninfinity2940]

"You think me at my limit? I learned long ago that limits are an illusion for those that do not yearn for something more. STEP FORTH AND SHATTER SUCH DELUSIONS WITH ME!"

[@elijahlee3610]

Did you make this??

[@awakeninfinity2940]

I suppose I did; at least- I do not recall hearing the phrase before typing it up.

[@Winterofash]

Fine words

[@millerlucerojames]

Despite the countless wounds I have ... the many scars I bear .. I still walked back into battle .. not with my shield but with my sword .. I was determined to end this battle.. I was determined to protect those I cared for ... I was determined to bring down my former allies who called them selfs heros of our home land ... I enter the fray once more to finish what I started one last fight

[@RileyGibson-mj4lf]

Thank you for listening to the words in the music. It brings me joy and relief to read and hear the words to know that there are those who can hear us.

[@millerlucerojames]

@@RileyGibson-mj4lf and for that I am glade .. music always has had hidden words to them some times we just need to stop and listen

[@animex-media]

"Once more into the fray to the last good fight I will ever know to live and die on this day, to live and die on this day"

[@mrgs618]

Fight every fight as if it is the last fight. Put everything in it and dont lose. I lost to much and to get to a point where nothing can put me down anymore. Fight for your ambitions and dream. Fight for it, no one will come to fight your fight, only to aid you. It is your future and not the future of anyone else.

[@fade_gaminghd]

I needed that cheers bro 👊🏽

[@РашатМамедов-э6к]

Epic music world never dissapointes

[@maracaibostar]

Never stop fighting. Never.

[@Lanau.Marie-Christine]

Bonsoir. Epic Music World, merci bcp excellente musique félicitation. 👍👋😄💙👍

[@L.Malthael]

I love the feeling of being in my own movie/universe. Either I'm a hero, or villain. Weather I live or die in it, is more exciting and fulfilling than anything in my life.

[@Nemisisprimexi]

Do not stop fighting young ones for death only comes at the moment of surrender

[@RileyGibson-mj4lf]

In my own words; surrender occurs only upon death for those who find victory in life for life itself is the fight.

[@rayancedrichaddad1197]

Amazing! Epic! Fantastic! 👏👏👏👏👏❤❤❤

[@cosmicwanderer457]

"Light shattered in darkness. Voice suppressed in silence."

[@The-King-of-Typos]

These are amazing! I love them! Thanks for delivering wonderful tracks once more! ❤❤❤

[@tamara3398]

[ 🇧🇷 BRASIL 🇧🇷 ] 👍👍👍 GOSTEI. Obrigada por compartilhar. 👏👏👏👏👏 ( vinte e sete )

[@amangogna68]

Fantastic music !

[@FabianSchock]

Really nice!

[@StraightKnots]

"I'm not an orphan. I'm not a scared little boy. I'm the thing they should have killed. I'm the Black Blade of Tyr. Fist of Retribution. Lost King of Elnora. My name is Shalenor Valenheim. I. Am. Your. End."

[@shariefsharu2085]

WOW SUPER

[@gamingchemicals7889]

Goosebump 🔥🔥🔥🔥

[@hollymatton474]

❤❤

[@maxihausbauer1708]

Sooo epic

[@lazulycreativ]

Excelente y majestuosa música que emociona y eleva, alto contenido de excelencia, Felicitaciones amigo eres un Genio, saludos cordiales desde Argentina!!!

[@russell5078084]

Tho we are not now that which in olden days moved earth and heaven, that which we are we are, one equal temper of heroic hearts made weak by time and fate, to Strive to Seek to Find and NOT TO YIELD.

[@david-5585]

👍😎💙💙💙

[@stealthbrawler]

Since everyone is being the writer of their own stories let me add onto it : Even while staring at the colossal demonic titan, as it waits for my move, a god walking the earth staring down at me with no care, simply wanting to proceed with this last step of a ritual so it can set its power and rage onto the world. If it weren't for the lives I have lived, these old bones would quiver in fear, but even as the demon god stares down to me, I feel nothing, nothing but a flame of excitement. This old mage's hands have seen many battles, many wars, and my mind many more, none will be like today. Because unlike then, I've had decades to prepare and while i can't fight like my younger self, I don't need to, because for this last time, this one last fight, I've forged a path anew. Let's begin. With a flick of my fingers, I'd begun the battle, a ball of fire was launched and engulfed the titan in flame, hardly slowed down, it responded and had begun a counter attack, but when the hit landed, the ground i stood on ruined and decimated, i was already gone. *CRAKK* was all that was heard before an explosion to left ear had rocked him, i was on his face, and as quickly as i apoeared i evaded the counter attack, using the sparks from the flames to zip from one point to another, back down to the ground i could see that the demon god was now sure that I was a man with more knowledge than even he knew. As now, all the stops were pulled out. Its body morphed and ungulated, until several spines lined his frame, ice, fire, lava, and pure magical energy directed to me. In response I unveiled two more tricks, with a clash of my staff to the ground i conjured clones made from smoke and fire perfect copies really, as each broke off with my command following every thought and direction, i then faded through the demon gods attack, switching places with the clones. By proxy of the process i turn to pure flame with each turn, taxing, but ive mastered minimalist magical use, efficient, precise, dodging and weaving between the cataclysmic waves of rage of the demon god. One word "HOW" i can't speak unfortunately, o demon god, your power too dangerous to not pay attention too, your answer however lies in knowledge older than even you, knowledge that only the foolish, the careless and the horribly curious stumbled upon, and succumbed too, all for mw to witness. I switched places with a clone once more, all of which were casting the best offensive spells for their situation, the seven of them are terribly difficulty to manage all at once as they all operate on my own mana pool. I am now sprinting up the beasts arm, its colossal movements not swaying my ascent as i use what I can of my body enhancement to stabilize amd strengthen myself, a clone reached out to me and flung me, then another used sparks to teleport ahead of me and fling me again, and again until i did the same, using the fire i casted below myself up in the sky we jittered in place, constantly trading places with the flames below our feet. I have only two more tricks, only one is guaranteed to work. The clones and I, up in the clouds cast a powerful spell all at once, the time shortened sevenfold, before a demon of my own making manifested, the form of a dragon, manifested by fire, and with it, even my most efficient methods of casting came with a cost as my arms and back were caught alight and burnt. Pain i can ignore, as the dragon and demon came to a clash with me and a great ball of flame descending onto the demon god once more, burns leading down to my wrists and lower back. In these few seconds of pain, mana exhaustion, sickness, and a ache in my eye as it's green glare lit up all around a beacon for all who watched our bout, I held a smile on my face. I finally got to use all I learned and theorized, i got to go all out, my younger self would have been dazzled. No one watching believed i would last a second let alons put on this show, the human gods of sword and magic stood in yhe distance, waiting for the contract to complete so they could justly step in to try stop this monster. And he is a monster. Even as the impacts deafened me, and knocked the goliath backwards, tumbling to the ground and i fell from the air, drawing mana in as i fell, i could see nothing but superficial damage. I burnt no deeper than the first layer of muscle fibres. As i landed I gasped for air, begging for energy and oxygen to return, i had a few moments until the deity arose. With a glare, pain stabbing me in the sides the whole while, Hope that i was wrong was stolen, as he did arise, slowly, rage in his eyes. The smile i wore was gone too. It was fun, a good game, a nice show, charade. But i knew that even with all that, no human could measure up to the last demon god in magical might and endurance. At least, not by the means of the restrictions we placed on ourselves in this world, anyway. One last trick, demon god, just for you, lets shatter the expectations of the world today, and let me show you "why". As he approached, I prepared my last rite, four fingers to the sky, four to the target, hands against my chest, thumbs along my heart. He began to throw a blow, a killing shot that would squish me like an ant, but already, all who watched, all present would feel an intense heat. And as the strike was about to land, i deflected with the movement that would ensure my final trick, the arm of the demon god flung backwards, shock in his eyes, as my words rang in his ears, in an instant. "O demon God, the answer to your question is simple, we live in a world older than you, than your kind, than the gods who roamed our lands. Magic isn't a rigid thing, it never was bound to ghe rules we as species assigned to it, but yet we believed it so fervently, i too. Until i saw throughout my life those who harnessed something beyond the veil of our perceptions that i understood, magic isn't bound, it has no limits. But already the teachings I was given had forever fixed my understanding to a point. Even as i studied and tried, the framework remained the same, fire, strength, healing, these are all i could do, i could morph and enhance them, but even with that i would never gain what the crazed, changed and altered prodigies I was forced to slay in the great mage war had. Except one, this final spell, this final rite, informed by knowledge I only know because of the circumstances that brought me to this world. You fight for a contract, a deal broken by circumstance that allows you to reap vengeance for your fallen kind. I fight Because of the family I've grown old with. The generations after us will be stronger than anything you've ever seen, because I've opened the well to ancient knowledge once more. For you made the mistake among many others in believing there are only set roads. Roads i was mediocre in, making it through on sheer skill and perseverance against foes more powerful than I, but with this, i forged a path all my own, and I'll let others do the same. Goodbye, demon god." As he could throw another strike, a piercing bolt of pure fire broke through his arm, exploding out through his back, rocked by the attack he was stunned, and then, with a burning from ny chest, a boiling in my heart, pain pulling out ny nerves, fire spewed forth l, engulfing the demon, taking shape as a serpent constricting all around him, burning pure white as it pulled on his body, evaporating and eviscerating his skin and limbs, raising him up in the sky, the pain was unimaginable, and yet, i couldn't help but smile once more. My arm raised, commanding the magic before me, destroying the demon god, until finally i formed the serpents head, and then, with a violent grabbing motion of my hand, the serpent followed and engulfed the demon God's head. And then with a twist and a pull, a crack and his head was severed. When it made contact with the ground all trembled. It was now however, the pain was fading. I could feel my hands become numb. While I could cut this short, I don't, after all, I'm putting on a show. I raised my arm out and with a final push, the serpent folds around the body of the demon, suddenly flinging it into the distance. For a few moments, the serpent retained it's shape, before dissolving into pure energy once more, and firing at te falling body of the demon. When it made contact, a bright light, a rumble, as energy folded in on itself again and again and again before once more firing off into the sky, piercing the clouds, letting the sunlight break through. While i looked out to the sky, arm raised out, i felt hollow. What is this? This emptiness and nothing? Or rather.... why is it familiar? I reached out to the sky, and then it finally dawned on me. I can't feel the air, i can't feel all it holds, i can't sense the world around me, the flow of the wind, the flight of birds, the crawling of insects beneath, the world around me, I've been disconnected from it. I tried summoning fire or strength or heal the cuts on my hand, yet nothing. I reached out to the sun, and then, my arm turned to ash. Ah. There's the pain. Every single part of me is engulfed in ear splitting pain. After all, i had essentially just hollowed myself out. Then i collapsed to my knees. The core secret of magic i discovered, true magic we'd seperated ourselves from, was the soul, we never learned to access our own souls. Because of my understanding of magic, i only knew how to use my soul in one way, no different than my body. As fuel. And i just burned it all, and hollowed out all the mana and mana organs in my body. I swear i can hear someone behind me, i find out who before i fell forward as they caught me. Ah, Anella. Before i could offer her any last words i could already feel myself slipping away.

[@RagnaRantz]

Btw…is it getting more intense? How far along even is GhostBlade by now? I haven’t found out-need to

[@YahQmiAiniAnnO]

[@totusubertas8952]

Feeling pointlessly dramatic so here goes: The starcruiser shuddered and then roared its return fire again. The bulkheads cried out and shrieked as the wounded ship twisted and yawed around the magneto-plasma rails of the enemy. The captain smiled. The hangar bay had been hit early as had the bridge resulting in devastating breaches in the early minutes of the battle, they were one of the last capital ships holding the line as the stardock evacuated its civilians. The captain's smile looked proud of his crew. The star cruiser dodged into a missile spread that was coming in on the stardock's sunward side where the point defenses were down. It shook like the dog star Sirus had the ship in its teeth and was shaking it like a toy. The captain's smile never flinched as the crews carried out the previous orders from minutes ago. The medical teams arrived to drag dead or wounded bridge crew from their stations. The breach field was crackling and sparking but holding with shrapnel embedded all about the bridge from that early attack. When they reached the captain the first mate shook his head and explained just how important that captain's last smile was just now, and that they should find the escape pods. The starcruiser shuddered and twisted to face the next wave again, and its bled out captain's proud smile never faltered for not seeing his crew in their finest, and last, hours.

[@BETRvids]

Wait, but this didn't sound like The Fray

[@RileyGibson-mj4lf]

I assume this must be a miscommunication error. "The Fray" is a concept used in my native language to describe the elements of the battlefield, the place of war. If this is a joke, I apologize for the lack of understanding.

[@BETRvids]

@@RileyGibson-mj4lf Yeah, it was a joke. The Fray is a band, so that's why I said it doesn't sound like The Fray.

[@RileyGibson-mj4lf]

@BETRvids well... went to my Pandora app, first song that popped up is by The Fray. Well played. 👏👏👏🫡