Commander Shepard and Wrex stand atop a flaming pile of bodies comrades, friends and allies, they burn beneath their feet. Through the fog, they see the hordes of Reapers headed towards them. Hundreds, thousands, unstoppable.
Garrus is far off to the left, trying his hard to fend the footsoldiers off with a sniper rifle. His head is twisted, he has faced the worse of the battle.
Wrex's planet has not a trace left in the world, it was the first target by the Reapers. They purged his land and his people, and let it drift into the sun.
Shepard's life and loves have fallen before her eyes. She sacrificed her entire left arm to save Liara/Kaidan/Thane/whoever she ****ed; only to see them turned into husk(s). She is a broken woman, and the years of fleeing from the Reapers have torn her inside. She hasn't spoken for weeks.
A bright light of hope shines, they remember the research Liara did before she was obliterated. The Protheons laid out a beacon at the edge of the galaxy. It was a beacon of hope, they had worked on this long before they passed away. The whole of the galaxy had been purged, small pockets of species now held their last stand on this last planet to fall.
Shepard must decide. The Reapers have been chasing her ever since she caught one of their visions on Eden Prime. They need her in their gargantuan puzzle, if she faced them alone, it would give Garrus and Wrex enough time to get to the beacon.
Wrex turns to her, puts his hand on her shoulder, his scars and bruises tell a tainted story of stagnating war.
The krogan, the turian and the human walk into the horde together. Burned, battered and bruised they know they will not win. They know the cycle cannot be broken, they know it is the end. They take the steps down the pile of bodies and ashes of ruins, not a flicker of emotion on their faces.
But there is a glimmer, somewhere deep inside of them. Not of fear, nor of a tortured life or the horrors of war...
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