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The Stonehearted Knight

Heaven favors the strong and wealthy. Hex realized that the day he was thrown out of the cloister and into the slums. He vowed to become the baron and show what being strong meant. To forge his own destiny, Hex scavenged the mountains, braving the cold solitude with a smile. At last, one day, he gained his chance on the verge of life and death. Even then, society and Fate tried to interfere. Faced with death, his Will didn’t waver and he gritted through, forcing his Heart to awaken. The Stone Heart in his chest defied his destiny and helped him write his own. Emboldened by his Heart of Stone, he walked the path to his dreams. His dreams, however, threatened to put him in the middle of the crossfire between Powers that could destroy Earth and Sky. Hex couldn’t allow his dreams to shatter. So, he sought to destroy all those who threatened his dreams. Follow a young man on his quest to fulfill his dreams, even if it meant to destroy Heaven and Earth. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Finally, I have a discord. Join to engage in discussions and endless talks about Fate, destiny, dreams, and whatever you desire. https://discord.gg/EPGbDykXW3

JayScribe · Fantasie
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Studying the murals (1)

Splat.

The noise of soft explosions woke Hex up from his sleep. Despite the exhaustion, Hex turned battle-ready in a fraction of a second.

'It's still dark.'

Through the opening, he peered outside. The soft glow of the half-full moon didn't remove the darkness but provided enough light to have some visibility. 

Splat.

There it was again. The noise that rose him from his sleep. Hex turned his gaze toward the source. 

Black vapor rose from the corpse of the Disaster. Hex frowned. After surveying the surroundings, he exited the dome. Despite not sensing anything nearby, he remained cautious. The memory of the Calamity didn't fade so quickly. 

He crouched, ready to move, and moved slowly toward the corpse. 

Splat.

This time he saw it clearly. It was the sound of flesh cooking and the blood splattering. At such a short distance he felt the heat coming from the corpse.