Bloodmancer: Hero of Ruin
To be a hero is a curse, not a blessing. It's a simple truth Leon learned in the most painful of ways. He heroically slaughtered all the enemies of his president. Heroically purged those who opposed his master. And heroically brought doom to those who cried under the boot of the world's dictator. Leon saw the death of his family; a result of the events he set in motion himself. He saw his beloved city turn into ruins, scorched by the radioactive flames of the nuke he set off. His title was as cheap as his life. And in the only act of rebellion he could find, he heroically put an end to his life... And the world he helped to destroy. 'All of this happened... But why am I hearing a self-entitled voice calling me a failure?' Leon couldn't help but ponder. 'No, that's not it...' he quickly corrected himself. 'How can I hear anything if I evaporated in the wake of the nuke I detonated myself?'
Passiflora's customs
The gates to the brothel opened up. The difference between the clear and refreshing air of the well-maintained streets outside and the aroma-filled mist that seeped out of the opened doors gave it a distinctive, otherworldly feeling.
'It feels like stepping through some sort of gate,' Leon thought once he took his first step inside the brothel. 'Actually, I guess that comparison is quite on the money,' he then added in his thoughts as he made the next few steps. 'Both a gate leading to another world and the gate to this brothel do invite those who pass through for the adventure of their lives!'
"Welcome in our humble abode, dear guests," a young, perfectly fit man approached the two of them with a gentle bow. He appeared out of the mist, proving that he either had some special skill that allowed him to see deeper than just two to three steps through the mist or…
Or that there was some sort of trick to see through the smoke that filled the insides of the building.