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?~

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present tense= internal monologue
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Dawn- An age of Darkness

He just blocked my sword with his- a sword blacker than darkness. Even Ashirnae's Mythic sword wasn't that dark.

"YES, TRULY MAGNIFICENT. IF ONLY YOU'D LISTEN."

"But wouldn't it become boring if I were to just listen to you and dance on your palm?"

I hit him with a holy ball out of nowhere. I'd made it seem like I was going to use my spear, but I switched at the very last moment.

My battle with Dick was a good reminder to me, that I could use fast transfers with my ring, assuming I had enough mana.

It was a positive hit and I took a step back.

"AHHHAHHHASH!" Even his laughter was ominous. "BUT ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE NOT ALREADY DANCING ON THE PALM OF MY HAND, NOW?"

A fatal mistake