The System's Rewards - Part 4

"Monster…" A man croaked, as he died with Vol's axe in his chest. He saw Vol butcher his wife a moment later. Monster indeed. Towards what end? Mere survival.

He'd already died once. He was greedy to come back and ask for it all again. No, he wasn't just asking for it back – he was asking for far more. Who was he to label the system an enemy when all it had asked from him was a worthy sacrifice? His soul for progress. Easy enough, the same exchange, a deal with a devil.

The Yarmdon didn't believe in the Dark Gods. Not like the Stormfront did. They mocked that superstition as cowardice. Everything vile and violent, they took claim for themselves, and thanked Varsharn in its name.

Now, Vol, of all people, was beginning to believe.

It was not Varsharn that had blessed him. He'd known that from the start – the System had been quite clear in that. It was something darker. Far, far darker. A God that would not even reveal its name.

!! SYSTEM ANNOUNCEMENT!