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>The door swung open as Silvia entered the room, her movements hurried and deliberate, her eyes brimming with an intense worry that seemed to radiate off her like a palpable aura. The faint creak of the door echoed through the silent room as she took a moment to scan the occupants. Her gaze swept quickly over the space, lingering only for the briefest of moments before she focused on her daughter lying motionless on the bed. Her heart pounded as she rushed forward, her every step fueled by a desperate maternal instinct.</p>

Chapter 71