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Undying Warlord

Dilan, 21-years-old, was anything but ordinary. He sought adrenaline wherever he could. Life didn’t feel worth living on the small blue planet he was born on. However, it was a seemingly ordinary night on new year’s eve that everything changed! A raging storm manifested on the mountainside he had climbed on to feel free, to escape the ordinary world that bored him to death. And death was what awaited him eagerly as he was flung through the air, just to be pricked by an old, seemingly ancient tree trunk. Not even a miracle would be enough to save him anymore. But it was just at this moment that something much bigger than a miracle happened. Every single existence on the blue planet got connected to the Log of the Ancient, something most would label as “Status”. The ordinary and mundane world changed forever, turning into a bloody and merciless battlefield as the Primordial Ascension unsealed the shackles that weighed on the planet for millions of years. Mythical mana was unleashed, animals began to mutate, zombies emerged, and monsters known from fairy tales appeared out of Gates. Follow the journey of a man, who seeks adrenaline, who embraces pain, who overcomes death itself …a man, who will become an Undying existence! ** P.S Romance/R.18(any type of love yk) will start 250 earliest.

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Temple of Scorpio

"And they attacked your people by poisoning them? Or did you guys attack first?" Dilan asked doubtfully as he looked at the Alpha.

Dilan was pretty sure that the Werewolves were not a peace-loving race. They were very emotional, which was also why Dilan was certain that the Werewolves were partially responsible for the attack of the new race if the Alpha's words were to be believed.

'A new temple might not be a bad sign…but it's not really a good sign either…' Dilan mulled, thinking about the Rasnian and Ligrav race.

"We didn't do anything this time! We just wanted to talk to them but they spoke in weird, incomprehensible language. They attacked us when we tried to initiate a conversation. Maybe they thought that we were their enemies… in the end…my people died…" The Silverlight pack's Alpha looked devastated as he shared the fact.

However, Dilan was not willing to console him. He nodded his head, and spoke a few more words before he entered the Sanctum.