​​​​​​​The Rise and Fall of The Hammer: a very short story

The Rise and Fall of The Hammer

It was my first Path of the Damned run, and I had just reached the moment of reckoning—the battle against the Eyeless. The three monstrosities lurking in the military camp were relentless, their sheer bulk and raw power turning every fight into a struggle. Frustrated, I devised a bold solution: a hyper-crit-focused Orlan melee rogue whose sole purpose was to wield Abydon’s Hammer with surgical precision.

In a stroke of stunning originality, I christened my creation The Hammer—and it was a thing of beauty. The battlefield became a stage for devastation as The Hammer delivered blow after blow, the Eyeless crumbling in mere seconds, insta-gibbed before they even knew what hit them. This was it. Perfection.

And yet, fate had other plans. In my exhilaration, I had completely forgotten the cruel price of victory. Without the right gear, the battle with the Kraken demanded a sacrifice. And so, The Hammer, in all their glory, was swallowed by the abyss, sinking into the depths with Abydon’s Hammer clutched in their grasp.

The shortest-lived hero. Gone in an instant.
Farewell, The Hammer. Farewell, Abydon’s Hammer.

(The End)