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Dawn Of Destruction

Before you start reading, remember that this is a work of fantasy and any terminology found is an idea thought of by the author. I have no intention of offending anybody with this book, and if I have so far then I wholeheartedly apologize for that. ... It was a game, that is what it was, or at least that is what it was supposed to be. On the last day of the MMORPG LORDS, a day signifying its ultimate end, the high rankers of the game came together to stage an event, a PVP event to once and for all determine who the greatest player is. As one of the high-rankers, Sango as well participated in the game, getting to the last draw with his opponent. That was his last memory of LORDS, of his comrades and the world known to him as Earth. Awakening his eyes, his vision displayed before him a horrendous scene accompanied by a child monster kin, with a statue of himself versed as incarnate of authority. He was told that he had become a God in this new world, a God hated and feared by all for what he represents. The ones who acknowledged themselves as his followers were brutally murdered, and deemed heretics who were against the laws of the nine Gods. The last surviving follower beseeched unto him for might so that revenge can be claimed on those responsible for the massacre of her tribe. This is a story about a God walking down the path of destruction, staying true to his heritage.

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Master Control

Although Sango's body was sent flying away abrasively, he was able to prevent himself from falling into an awkward position by having his palm on the ground to steady his body.

When he stopped, he ended up in a posture where he had his five right fingers steeled to the ground and the claw marks that showed how he had slid to where he was now.

As for his body, they were bent down in a kneeling position while he had his head faced to the front, toward Kian.

"I don't know what you are talking about". Sango replied, getting himself up and dusting away the ground particles that had gathered on his body when he had fallen.

"Don't feign ignorance Sango. I can feel it, your body movement and the way you respond to attacks. It is almost as if you have no control over your own body. What explanation can there be for that except you pulling back on your punches".