Allenheim

After someone took my life away from me, I felt something or someone pulling my entire being together with my memories away from me and placing them into somewhere where it was cold and hollow. And when I thought that my life came back to me...

I realized that my new life as one of the dead had already begun...

"Who am I?"

Which path will this soul choose? A path of Perseverance or a path of Ruination?

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P.S: This is my first novel that I write so there is bound to be mistakes...so go easy on me xD

The Ruined Death Knight

On the second floor of the warehouse...

"What do you mean you haven't found him yet!" A man slammed his hand on the table.

The man looked at his late-thirties at the height of 1,93 meters tall. He wore leather with some fur on this top, which didn't help much in covering his chest.

His brown skin together with muscles on his body and the bald head that he had made him look like an enraged Monk that was ready to punch someone.

And the people around that table felt like that someone will soon be them.

"Boss...we even searched for every foreigner and the ones that had recently come, but the sudden wave of merchants from Nexvarres makes it almost impossible to find the described figure-" Before he could finish this report a sudden wave of air brushed past him, scratching his cheek.

"Hiehh!" Realizing what just happend he fell to his feet, staring at the wall that had a punch carving.

Dark Knight