The Overlord

Can't we just all get along?

After years of struggle, pain, and blood, you are within arm's reach of the Overlord, your mortal enemy.

You stand in the Overlord's private chambers, prepared to finish the chase that has consumed you for as long as you can remember. You tighten your grip on Endbringer, the enchanted sword you recovered from the Tombs of Oblivion. The Overlord takes a step back and raises Starstroke, the only spear in the Nine Worlds capable of piercing the hide of a Scourge Leviathan.

Then the Overlord hesitates, and speaks.

"So ... I don't know. Are you as tired of this as I am?"

The point of Endbringer wavers as you consider.

"Yeah," you say. "This whole Eternal Battle thing is just tedious now. I guess it has been for a while, but I didn't want to admit it. Since I've invested so much time into it."

"That's just how I feel."

The Overlord releases Starstroke, and in a glimmer of iridescent light, the spear vanishes, returning to its native elemental dimension.

"So," the Overlord says, with a shrug and a raised eyebrow, "do you want to fuck?"

This strikes you as a great idea.