CarlosDr3vna

A young man sets out to build the strongest guild in existence, crimson blade held close to hip. Scars littered his body, each one telling its own story as he walked forward alone, rejecting companionship, desiring only strength.

Weighed down by his past and unable to move on, this is the story of how a single man led a wave that toppled the very world.

//A chapter a day guaranteed. 3k+ words each. I'll try to avoid info dumps, but it's a BIG world so it's hard to avoid since there's a LOT to unpack.

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NameLess'

The area that Jak chose was located slightly beyond NorthClaws boundaries, about a full kilometer passed the very end of the rampant vegetation.

Within this section of endless sandy dunes, numerous chunks of rubble were scattered about in assorted piles, having been dropped there by Ranpto during his cleanups. Stone, metal, wood, glass. Anything that couldn't be utilized in NorthClaws reconstruction had been collected, organized, and dumped somewhere within the vicinity. There was no need for objects that only served to get in the way of progress. Not that any of it was useless. It was just that the stuff wouldn't serve any of the current purposes.

For the redhead though, it suited his purposes just fine as he placed a palm on the largest piece of stone in the rubble.

Silent Mourning