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>For a long time, Freir had felt out of place, as though he didn't belong where he currently was. This unease had lingered since he and Silvia had brought Asha to her grandmother's, a moment that had revealed how deeply significant Asha's family was to this city.</p>

<p>The grand mansion, adorned with luxurious furnishings, vibrant gardens, and walls brimming with exquisite artwork, only heightened Freir's sense of alienation. His entire life had been spent in Gildendusk, with only occasional trips to Ashenfold, and never had he encountered such splendor and opulence. When Silvia left to speak with her mother, Freir was entrusted with the simple yet intimidating task of finding a place for Asha to rest.</p>

Chapter 74