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Everlasting Nightmare

In a world consumed by hatred and fear where those who excel from the rest are hunted down instead of praised and celebrated, a boy wanders the slums of Dein, where hope is the first to fade. He is different from the others, he is gifted. But instead of a blessing, this gift is nothing more than a curse that forces him into hiding from the Hunters, the organization created just to hunt him and his peers down. But for the first time ever, he felt hopeful. But can he trust this hope, or will it deceive him, leading him back to the depths of despair?

Velstad · Fantaisie
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The Hands of Death

As the blade was deeply etched into the ground, the green glow only seemed to turn more intense as it seeped into the ground.

Coloring it with a green light that began to radiate every bit of the ground, some parts shining in a brighter light than others.

These parts were the ones to erupt first.

The eruptions were destructive, splitting the ground just so that spikes of green crystals could rise from the ground.

These spikes were sharp, sharper than most blades with almost unbreakable crystallized edges.

These spikes managed to pierce almost twenty of the hunters.

Some of them were even pierced multiple times, elevating their bodies to the air, their blood slowly dripping down the ground.

Not even those were spared who were standing atop the run-down rooftops as the spikes rose high in the air, aiming directly for them.