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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

It was bright- too bright perhaps.

Light- even the soil was light. Or rather just a shade brighter than typical soil.

It kind of looked like wafer biscuits? Or close enough.

The air was rich with mana and there were destroyed signs of a bygone era. A whole bunch of nothing-

And a massive tree which had roots everywhere and a trunk so big, I couldn't see an end.

"So that's the world tree?" I wondered. "What if it's not actually sucking everything like Ashirnae claimed?"

"Was it really okay to just come here alone though?"

It was just me and the goddess.

Until the spirit manifested. "You can confirm it's sucking everything. You just have to try to see the flow of mana. I'm sure you can already do that."

Now that she mentioned it, the flow of mana was quite abnormal here.

Fire burns, apparently