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

"Too slow!" Dick glowed in a fiery light and made a massive ball of fire in an instant.

I also took out the stone of Damsel and as three distinct mana flew through me, I fired my light- wet- slightly cold ball at his fiery hot ball. Probably not the best description but there were loads of steam.

I had my senses sharpened thanks to Imbuition, so I could tell where who was even in this misty weather- but- slash!

I cut through air. I could have sworn I'd heard him there.

Dick could apparently, let out faints.

And the steam wasn't going away. 'So, he could produce steam?' It seemed most probable otherwise, how come the steam didn't disappear and how could he move freely and create dummy presences?

I guess just relying on Imbuition wasn't working and the fact that I didn't know how to beat the guy still stood firm.

What is going on?