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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 · Fantasie
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Overreacted On Her Path

Sango was provided with a single room to stay in while he waits for the time to have his conversation with the guild leader to arrive.

The building he is residing in legally belongs to Zita. She acquired it as one of the benefits given to all executive members of the black tortoise guild.

It is a four-storey building with the proper infrastructure used in the construction process. Surrounding the building is a fluorescent garden that lightened up the mood.

She had stone poles built around the building, designed to represent the makings of walls demarcating the inner part of the building from its outer part which is mostly surrounded by spikes.

It would seem that her reason for saying that there was nothing wrong with having spikes as a surrounding, is out of regard for who left them as it is.

Their earlier conversation was interrupted in return for an introduction to Zita's building.

For that? He is grateful.