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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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The Smell Of Death

He came down like lightning first accompanied by a thunderous sound followed by a certain level of destruction done to an inanimate object.

The only difference was, it wasn't lightning that struck but rather it was a being, a bald muscular being. And the level of destruction was not done on an inanimate object.

The destruction was delivered directly to the ribs of an animate being with two horns, a blue ocean colored eyeducts, and long hair reaching to his shoulders.

Sango was sent crashing to the trees by a kick that came from the sky and came down on him like a scatter plot graph from an ascending order to a descending order.

"Sango!".

Zita called out to his name with an alarming tone. She turned her head in the direction he had crashed into, and briefly reversed it back to where the attack had come from.

"There was no need to be told or informed. I knew the moment I felt the energy and saw your presence in person".