[ WP ] Write your best possible closing line/paragraph to a story , leaving room for readers to imagine the events that lead up to that moment .

His legs finally gave out, scattering rocks down the hill side as he fell to his knees. With some effort he rolled himself onto his back and just stared into the clouds for a while. Lazily his hands rose to his shoulders, his fingers protested the effort it took to untie the straps so that he might shed his heavy armor. 
 
 `` The world is alight with flame now.'' An old voice said gently on the wind. `` Was it all worth it?'' 
 
 Benjamin heaved the steel off his shoulders and watched it roll down the steep slope in a cloud of dust. His eyes rose towards the opposing hillside where tall clouds of black smoke signaled the location of the battlefield. `` It was n't supposed to be this way.'' He said, mostly to himself. His enemies burned. His friends burned. There was no reward, no great justice. Just the fires that had consumed everything, everything except for him. 
 
 `` I warned you.'' The voice spoke again. `` Death's Flame comes with a heavy toll. A toll your enemies alone could not pay.''
