My last words weren't my last words… again.
Someone literally dropped from the sky—like a horny pilot who saw a grand canyon and shoved the entire aeroplane inside it—and introduced himself as my plot armor. Which is understandable, I am the MC, if I didn't have plot armor people would not call me MC, they'll call me MF.
The golden Being was bright but I could make out his appearance a little. He had long black hair reaching till his waist and he was tall. He had red shoes on and on his hand, a golden trident shone like a weapon built for destruction.
His entry had sent Malthus flying away and many of his soldiers died just by the impact of his entry, the lucky were those who also flew away like Malthus by the impact.
I was lying beside him in an upside down U and my head tilted to my right. I know I have described my position for too many times now but being a comedian, I tend to repeat saying things for better understanding.
