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>Asha couldn't tear her eyes away from the lifeless body sprawled before her. Though she'd been known about the countless deaths at Gildendusk, seeing someone die up close sent tremors through her legs. A wave of nausea, guilt, and horror swept over her, making her stomach churn violently. Across from her stood Selara, calm and composed, regarding the corpse as though it were an insignificant insect. The sight made Asha's vision blur.</p>

<p>Before she could process the scene, darkness engulfed her, and she collapsed. Rhovar reacted quickly, catching her before she hit the ground and carrying her away. The deadly silence left in their wake was almost suffocating.</p>

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