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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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Dawn- An age of Darkness

Now I understood why there wasn't even the speck of dust in this place.

I understood why there were no bodies, no bones, no clothes.

Everything was dead and everything was consumed.

"Stay behind me at all times." I stood in the front. "I'll take care of this."

"Wait, we're not running away?" The girl said, oddly confused and slightly panicked.

"Who runs away after coming this far?"

Anyway, I held the remnants of the mystic blade with one hand and my knife with the other and casually walked ahead. This place was kind of dark, so both glowed.

My torch kind of lighted up everything on the floor, so I could clearly see the tentacles down there, but still, I had to keep a very sharp eye on the flying ones.

The tentacles swung around and tried to attack me. I just cut them.

The ruins (Part three)