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~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

Daarc remained quiet. He saw the picture silently. In that picture, he saw heaven. A much warmer place than the one he'd seen just moments ago. And gods, plenty of gods just walking around, living in peace and prosperity. And a mighty tree that'd put even the massive tree of Xylax to shame.

The tree was large, really large and its shade covered almost the entire place.

"We thought of the world tree as our parent, our salvation, and our leader. We worshiped it." Ashirnae sighed. "But we were wrong."

The picture in front of Daarc caught fire or to be more precise, things were being destroyed, Gods were falling one by one and were being killed by a god. A god with blazing blue hair, a bleeding chest. Half of the god's body had turned into that of a snake's and it was growing. He was enraged beyond reason.

Into the darkness