The World After the Shattering

I woke up in a dark dungeon, my body screaming in agony, reeking of death. The air was thick with decay, each breath clawing at my throat. My mind was blank, a hollow void. "Who am I?" I whispered, but no answer came.



Stumbling into the world beyond, I was greeted by thick fog and cold silence. The ground was littered with gutted bodies and shattered swords—fragments of lives lost to battles I couldn’t begin to understand. The monsters I’d killed to get here felt like a prelude to something worse.



I couldn’t stop wondering about the stories behind the broken swords, the fallen warriors. Maybe my own story lay hidden among them. They say curiosity killed the cat. I can only hope my curiosity ends up killing me too.