I slay the last mortal. Their soul dissipates. "Well," Antihero comments, "that was easy."

"Yeah," Death replies, "almost to easy."

"I noticed," I explain, "maybe it's cause we can become canon and they can't?"

"Seems reasonable," Antihero replies, "speaking of which, I don't think I'm joining my faction in the canonverse. Seeing all this death, it changes you yknow? I finally understand why some didn't side with me."

"Not canonically," I remind, "anyways, let's keep moving."

"Hold on," Antihero stops me, "the sword's been quiet."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"I mean there's a soul in it," Antihero replies, "or, a soul that projects itself into it, and it normally speaks to me. Someone named I.T."

"I.T. is an entity," I explain, "and They exsist between canons. So chances are they don't know or don't care about this alternative timeline."

"That's fair," Antihero replies, "so who's next?"

"The Loyalists," Death replies, "if we kill them, then there are no other major threats."

"I have an idea," I reply, "we send our faction into an all out assault against the Loyalists, and when almost everyone is dead, we destroy their souls."

"I like it," Death replies, "let's do this."

I call one of my commanders. "We need to launch an all out assault on the Loyalists. Prepare the assault."

"You got it," the commander replies. He hangs up. I begin to leave. "You're not going anywhere," a voice stops me, a familiar voice, "this ends right here, right now."

Armored, who was my girlfriend for a time, stands before me.

"Why are you doing this?" She asks, "all this blood on your hands, why?"

"Because," I reply, "none of this is canon. None of this exsists. I'm afraid that only a few can be saved. I'm sorry, goodbye."

One quick slice, and Armored is erased. I dash out of the capital, not able to stay after what I just did.

"It's OK," Death comforts me, "she was dead either way. Let's just focus on killing the others."

"You're right," I reply, "let's keep moving."

We proceed towards the main base of the Loyalists.