Nr_Yet1208

~In a world where death is everywhere and the gods do nothing, living is hardly a blessing. The dark realm- the gods call this world. 
One day or rather one night, a young man- Daarc Green, finds himself stranded in the middle of a forest. He is hunted by goblins and then the undead. But wasn't he in his room all this time? And why would these things come after his life? Things didn't make sense but he marched deeper into the forest and met a statue of an angel.
Will he survive to tell the tale?~

CH size 1.2k~1.9 (depends on context) 
present tense= internal monologue
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Dawn- An age of Darkness

The duke was kind of dying. He wasn't regenerating either. With each and every attack, his skin turned blacker and festered more and more. If this kept up, he'd die eventually but it'd be very painful.

By the time I stopped, he looked almost like a typical undead with some meat attached.

"Your holy is way more effective than mine," Gorgon spoke aloud. "You've really improved a lot."

"He's the real deal unlike you," Ve spoke on my behalf.

The old man said something about men using fake holy magic too. I didn't care though.

It didn't matter. And by the look on Gorgon's face, he didn't care either.

"Why did you do this?" I slouched slightly.

The severed head was now shivering. Where'd his hotshot ways of saying he was invincible go? "I-I can't die!" I guess he still wasn't convinced.

This is not the ending I wanted!