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Paragon of Death

Life from birth has been nothing but hell. I lost my parents to some stupid aristocrats whom they offended. Executed for no good reason. My relatives abandoned me and pushed me aside. They feared for their lives and left me and my sister to starve and wander the streets alone! No, this is worse than hell! I watched my sister die of starvation. Her lips were dry and her feet bloody. Her nails were broken and her fingers riddled with cuts. She struggled in my hands and after a few seconds of struggle she passed away. She seemed joyful in death so I prayed mine will come just as swift and merciful as hers. So I stayed in the alleyway, alone with her rotten corpse awaiting my fate for God knows how long. I could see it already. The darkness encroaching from all sides Everyone said death is scary but I say it's the end! Who needs life after death? What is the need for reincarnation? Who would want to return to this crazy world? "It's not yet time for you to go... You have one more task to accomplish as my host" A voice called out to me. I could barely see or speak but how can I miss such a beautiful face? It was an extremely handsome man who gazed at me with tender eyes. "Haven't I suffered enough? Can't I just rest?" I cried out. Why would I want to stay back in such a cruel world? "Don't you want to avenge the death of your parents? Don't you want to become something greater? I can make that happen!" The beautiful man said with an alluring voice. "You... Who are you?" I asked with an anxious heart. My parents always said God is the only one who cares about me! Maybe in my final hours, he has come to save me. "Call me Death..."

3_Sins_Studios · Fantasi
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The chase

The dwarf army's retreat did little to quell Derek's fury. They had come with overwhelming force to root him out, and now, they possessed all the information they needed about the city's defenses. Their intentions were clear: they planned to return, strategize, and come back even stronger. Derek couldn't allow that to happen.

His eyes blazed with cruel determination, and in an instant, he shot forward, a lone figure charging toward the retreating dwarf army. While they moved in numbers, Derek's speed was unmatched, and he began closing the distance between himself and the retreating soldiers with astonishing swiftness.

Gloin, the dwarf commander, seated atop a formidable war tank, turned his gaze toward Derek's approaching figure. A small, enigmatic smile curled on his lips. He leaned forward, addressing his subordinates, "If Derek and his werewolves choose to face us outside the safety of their defenses, then there will be no problem."