theonionjunktion

Every day for six years straight, from the time he was twelve, Darius Omen hit an anvil with a hammer ten thousand times a day without stopping. He did not know the reason why he needed to, all he knew was that he had to. Little did he know that hit by hit, strike by strike, his originally meek body was being refined into something that had never been seen before in the history of mankind.

In the war against spirits, mankind had little to be proud of. Yet one day a young man entered the battlefield. He dazzled millions and killed even more, all with merely a rusty old hammer than no one could hold or fathom.

Infallible Oathbreaker

<p>The streets of Avanancia were filled with all the scum you can find in the world. Beggars, and drunks, the lowest of the low. The ugliest of the ugliest. If it could bring out disgust and pity in a human, it could be found here. Due to the perilous situation of the district, the city had abandoned the entire district, letting it die out by itself. One of the reasons the district had become so derelict was due to gangs. Two thugs were walking down an infected alleyway.</p>

<p>Boxed with inhabitants and large bins with fires burning away the cold winter air were lying everywhere. One of the thugs was small and had crooked teeth. He had a nasty temperament and kicked any object and or person in his way. Due to the presence of his overly large companion, no one did anything about it.</p>

The Expert beggar