The Forsaken Hero
I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement, and I looked down to see the needle. It had slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. There was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. There's always someone else to beat or rape. The regulars would move on quickly. I died. Only...wasn't death supposed to be dark? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY
The Heroes of Enusia
The banquet hall unfolded before us, an architectural marvel only possible through the unique magical construction techniques of this world. Stained glass skylights adorned the vaulted ceiling, each pane a masterpiece of vibrant colors portraying some god or deity. Sunlight filtered through the glass, painting the floor in a mesmerizing dance of vibrant hues. Chandeliers provided a more stable light source, driving the shadows from the hall with the brilliant light of hundreds of light crystals.