SkellyTheSkeleton

'What is my purpose?'
He thought as he gazed at the carnage that surrounded him. With every step he takes countless perish, with every action countless mourn. Behind him legions so vast they cover the horizon and blot out the heavens. His soldiers, servants, friends, children.
'That's right.' He remembered with a tinge of melancholy, 'This is my purpose.'


Author's note: High fantasy setting, with a heavy emphasis on action, army tactics, political schemes and world building. No harem and very little romance.

The Genesis of the Dead

<p>Two men atop noble steeds basked in the adulation of the jubilant crowd gathered in the bustling streets of Ashenfold. Children squealed with delight, their high-pitched cheers echoing through the air, while mothers proudly held up their infants as if offering gratitude to their newfound heroes. The atmosphere was charged with a celebratory fervor so immense it seemed to envelop the entire city in a euphoric embrace. </p>

<p>Varek, the man atop one of the horses, waved enthusiastically at the crowd, a princely smile stretching across his handsome face. His polished armor gleamed in the sunlight, reflecting the adoration of the masses. Beside him, Sylas, his somber companion, sat stiffly on his horse, his expression a sharp contrast to Varek's exuberance. He rolled his eyes at his companion's theatrical display of grace, muttering something inaudible under his breath.</p>

Chapter 76