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Dawn Of Destruction

Before you start reading, remember that this is a work of fantasy and any terminology found is an idea thought of by the author. I have no intention of offending anybody with this book, and if I have so far then I wholeheartedly apologize for that. ... It was a game, that is what it was, or at least that is what it was supposed to be. On the last day of the MMORPG LORDS, a day signifying its ultimate end, the high rankers of the game came together to stage an event, a PVP event to once and for all determine who the greatest player is. As one of the high-rankers, Sango as well participated in the game, getting to the last draw with his opponent. That was his last memory of LORDS, of his comrades and the world known to him as Earth. Awakening his eyes, his vision displayed before him a horrendous scene accompanied by a child monster kin, with a statue of himself versed as incarnate of authority. He was told that he had become a God in this new world, a God hated and feared by all for what he represents. The ones who acknowledged themselves as his followers were brutally murdered, and deemed heretics who were against the laws of the nine Gods. The last surviving follower beseeched unto him for might so that revenge can be claimed on those responsible for the massacre of her tribe. This is a story about a God walking down the path of destruction, staying true to his heritage.

Catastrophy_Y9 · Fantasy
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137 Chs

A New Goal

'This is unbelievable". Thought Zita.

She has yet to come to terms with what just happened. That someone she has known for a year just separates from them, just like that?

"Do you not feel a single thing". She questioned Sango who sat opposite her.

"An emotion that suggests pain, grief or anguish at the thought of your companion leaving you". Zita added.

From when they left Getha behind, when they boarded the ship, when the ship made preparations to sail, when it left the harbour, and when it was out of Getha's sight.

Those moments felt like a dream to Zita who was still in doubt.

She was not even that close to Getha, yet is still affected by her absence. What more than Sango who raised her?

"Do you really not feel anything". Getha pried, unable to get a read on his expression.

"I believe we were given separate rooms. Were we not?". Sango mentioned.