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The Ruined Death Knight

After someone took my life away from me, I felt something or someone pulling my entire being together with my memories away from me and placing them into somewhere where it was cold and hollow. And when I thought that my life came back to me... I realized that my new life as one of the dead had already begun... "Who am I?" Which path will this soul choose? A path of Perseverance or a path of Ruination? * * * * P.S: This is my first novel that I write so there is bound to be mistakes...so go easy on me xD

Allenheim · Fantasía
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Vision of a Man

"A [Death knight], huh?" Danzel mumbled to himself as he took a better look at the undead standing on top of corpses.

Except for the fact that he was a bit taller than he, they had the same body build.

Neither need to carry ahead nor have another set of arms.

Similar to the [Lich], a [Death Knight] looked much similar to a skeleton.

Lowering his gaze towards the description, Danzel started reading it.

[Death Knight]: Beings that wield death itself in their very hands. In every single existence of such an undead lays the blood of ten thousand who lost their life. Out of the few heroes who achieved such a feat are capable to turn into beings known as Death Knights. They have one of the purest dead mana out of the undead, making their body resistant to otherwordly influence and also allowing them to dwell deeper in the arts of Necromancy. Those who fell at the hands of a death knight will never be able to experience a peaceful death.