#last battle

[oralie-lady-pink]

I believe in the fact that Councillor Bronte is very proud of Sophie. And during the final battle, he would kneel in front of her and show her how amazing she is and thank her for all the things she did 🫶🏻🫂✨.

[queen-lucy-the-valiant]

The Chessman

There’s a golden chess piece in Susan’s hand. Its ruby eye winks at him in the dappled light and Edmund suddenly knows. They’re standing in ruins, catapulted stones lie all around them in the ruins of a once great castle, and it can’t be his, it can’t be. But Susan’s holding a golden chess piece with a ruby eye and Edmund knows it even though it’s been a year, even though, logically, he knows there could be a thousand chessmen that look like that. Edmund knows it’s his, knows that he left it on the board in their private sitting room, standing on E5, one move away from checking Lucy’s king on H2, knows he never made that move because Mr. Tumnus had burst in with news of the White Stag and they had rushed away, never to return.

He knows because it is–it had been–his favorite set. A present from Father Christmas during their first proper Christmas in Narnia. The golden knights had been modeled after Orius, one broadsword gripped in one hand, shield clasped in the other, with a sword strapped to his back, sheaths on both flanks. They’re hidden by Susan’s palm now, but Edmund can just see their outline, just like he can just see the lion crest imprinted on his shield. If he could only find them, the rooks would be perfect copies of the Cair’s spires, the bishops of their advisors, the pawns of the trees he saw out his window every morning. If he could only find them, the gold queen would be a perfect miniature of Susan, and the gold king of Peter. Edmund himself and Lucy had been the silver king and queen. It had been his favorite chess set, and Edmund knows it better than he knows their father’s set in Finchley. 

So he knows, without a shadow of a doubt, that the golden knight Susan holds is from that set. 

So he knows, without a shadow of a doubt, that they stand within the ruins of their home, centuries away from their friends and the time they belong. 

He almost drops it. It almost burns, to hold a reminder of their last days in Narnia, to hold a reminder of all the things they have lost. But he doesn’t. For some reason that he really couldn’t explain, Edmund slips it into his trouser pockets. And then he slips it into his bag before they leave the treasury. And then he keeps it with him, worrying over the ruby with his thumb as they hike through the changed forests, as they enter the How, as they plan and fail and plan again. It’s in his pocket as he watches Peter duel with Miraz and as Peter places the crown on Caspian’s brow. 

When they change back into their old uniforms, he slips it back into his pocket. And when they walk through that outline of a door, he holds onto it, expecting it to dematerialize at any moment, to vanish from his grip. 

But it doesn’t. 

It stays in his pocket as he walks from one world to another. And then it stays in his pocket as he settles down to living this life. As he goes to school, to classes. As his parents send him off to Uncle Harold’s and Aunt Alberta’s. There Eustace almost finds it, thieving snoop that he is. But even he cannot pick Edmund’s pockets, and so it remains with him. Day after day, week after week, year after year. The face becomes smooth, the shield crest on the shield is worn away, and some days Edmund cannot look at it without crying, can’t touch it without a phantom burn, but even so, it stays in his pocket.

It stays in his pocket, but he is only human and one day he forgets it. In his haste to change into the workman disguise Peter brought, he leaves it on his desk and only realizes when he slips the rings into his pocket. But it doesn’t matter, not any more. Soon he’ll be back in Narnia, soon he’ll be back home, and what need of mementos will he have then?

There’s a golden chess piece in Susan’s hand. Its ruby eye winks at her in the lamplight, and Susan knows she cannot lie any more, not even to herself.

[narniansteel]

Every time I saw this as a kid I was like "That's Tash"

[videogamesskies]

Last Battle: Legend of the Final Hero / Hokuto no Ken: Shinseikimatsu Kyūseishu Densetsu (Genesis) (1989)

[sebastianbiel]

The Arecibo Message wasn't a greeting. It was a fatal security leak. 📡🌌

In 1974, humanity broadcasted its biological source code—our exact DNA architecture—into an unknown cosmic network. For decades, the public narrative has been: “We sent a friendly hello to the stars.” But from a network security standpoint, we broadcasted our system vulnerabilities to an untrusted environment.

If a higher intelligence intercepted it, they wouldn’t need physical spaceships to conquer us. They would just reply with an automated system rewrite—a signal engineered to interact directly with our neurobiology, using our own biological source code against us.

"The Last Battle: The Silent Plague" is my multimedia hard sci-fi project exploring the dark, realistic side of First Contact, cryptography, and bio-cybersecurity.

To celebrate the English release of Volume 1, the full eBook is available for FREE for a limited time!

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If you love hard sci-fi, laboratory protocols, dark ambient soundtracks, and deep world-building, dive right in. Let me know your thoughts in the comments or reblogs! 👇

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Have you played Last Battle: Legend of the Final Hero (1989)?

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I watched someone play it

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Voting ended onNov 7, 2025

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[bancho-zx]

// Hokuto no Ken: Shinseikimatsu Kyuuseishu Densetsu (Last Battle) | 北斗の拳 新世紀末救世主伝説 // Genesis | Mega Drive // Title/Attract Demo/Prologue

[sherlockednarnian]

Finished The Last Battle recently and realized Tirian legit pulled the “if I’m going down, you’re going with me” when he realized they were losing…