“I shall see the end of this day!” In a world on the edge of collapse, who could defy despair? In the ruins of dreams and shadows of death, who was writing fate’s cruel script? I stepped into the world of my favorite novel, where reality and fiction blurred into a twisted nightmare. Collapsed cities, monstrous nightmares, and a sky shrouded in blood. Deception, betrayal, secrets, and survival… The pages turned endlessly, yet the answers to the world’s mysteries remained out of reach. This is the story of an average individual, whose life has been filled with nothing but misfortune and mysteries. † Discord: https://discord.com/invite/4YQDYXWGME
We used this moment to catch our breath. For now, the room was silent, save for the rapid beating of our hearts and the faint crackling of flames outside.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
I smiled wryly. The Flame God was still trying to breach this space, but it was a futile effort as long as it remained on the other side of the barrier. Despite its relentless pounding, the giant deity showed no inclination to outthink its predicament, relying solely on brute force.
Lee Dokho broke the silence first. "Haha! Looks like we managed to make it through somehow."
"Seems that way," I replied. "I really thought I was about to get roasted back there. Luckily, that wasn't the case. Not that I think I'd taste good anyway."
"You never know. You might just taste good."
Look at this guy. When did he develop a sense of humour?
Look at this guy. Since when did he develop a sense of humor?