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The Genesis of the Dead

'What is my purpose?' He thought as he gazed at the carnage that surrounded him. With every step he takes countless perish, with every action countless mourn. Behind him legions so vast they cover the horizon and blot out the heavens. His soldiers, servants, friends, children. 'That's right.' He remembered with a tinge of melancholy, 'This is my purpose.' Author's note: High fantasy setting, with a heavy emphasis on action, army tactics, political schemes and world building. No harem and very little romance.

SkellyTheSkeleton · Fantasía
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66 Chs

Chapter 50

The monstrous beast charged forward with titanic force, its sheer size and weight shaking the earth with each step. Torin instinctively moved to block its advance, but Calion swiftly intervened, placing a firm hand on his shoulder.

"It's too strong! You can't block it. Look for an opening!" Calion commanded, his voice steady but urgent. A torrent of mana surged through his body as he prepared for battle. His skin adopted a radiant crimson sheen, his muscles bulging unnaturally as veins pulsed with raw energy. With an ear-splitting war cry, Calion unleashed all of his strength, driving his blade deep into the beast's side.