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Eternal Dusk – A Dark Apocalyptic Fantasy

The world is ending—not in fire, but in an endless twilight where the screams of the fallen are swallowed by the void. The gods are gone. The heavens have rotted. All that remains is war.

In the heart of this dying world, Modred stands at the edge of oblivion. A warrior born from the ashes of a broken past, his crimson eyes burn with a fury that even death cannot smother. He does not fight for hope. Hope is a lie. He does not fight for justice. Justice died long ago.

He fights because there is nothing else left.

Beyond the walls of Astria, the last kingdom standing, the forces of the Pantheon tighten their grip. The gods may be gone, but their shadows remain—whispering, corrupting, devouring. When the call for war echoes once more, the Deicida Squads—executioners of the divine—are sent into the abyss. Some will rise as legends. The rest will be forgotten.

But in a world where death is a certainty, Modred knows one truth:

You don’t pray for salvation. You carve it from the corpses of those who stand in your way.

Eternal Dusk is a dark apocalyptic fantasy where brutality and vengeance walk hand in hand. In this world, there are no chosen heroes—only those willing to kill before they are killed.

And when the dusk finally fades... will your name be remembered, or buried with the fallen?

Eternal dusk; Wrath of the Fallen

I descended into the cadet quarters of Squad Five, only to be met with the sight of bodies strewn across the floor—soldiers gasping for breath, drenched in sweat, their muscles trembling from exhaustion.

"IS THAT ALL YOU GOT, OR DO I HAVE TO KNOCK YOU DUMBASSES EVEN HARDER?!"

The voice boomed through the room like a war drum, sharp and commanding. My eyes snapped toward the source, and what I saw made my breath hitch.

A towering middle-aged man, clad in a dark military coat, stood at the center of the chaos, gripping a wooden sword like it was an extension of his arm. His sheer presence radiated dominance. His coat bore golden skulls atop the shoulders—a stark contrast to the gold stars that adorned the other commanders' uniforms. He brushed a hand through his short, dark-brown hair, his piercing gaze sweeping across the room like a predator sizing up its prey.

For a moment, silence fell over the room. The cadets, too drained to move, stiffened under his gaze. He strode toward me, his footsteps measured, each one resonating with an undeniable weight of authority.

His shadow loomed over me, his build even more imposing up close.

"What's your name, kid?" His voice was gruff, yet oddly playful.

A smirk tugged at his lips. "You're the new cadet, huh?" He cracked his neck before gesturing toward himself. "I'm Bran, captain of Squad Five—but I prefer to call it the Shadow Striders."

He turned, his gaze flicking toward the collapsed cadets, before shifting back to me with amusement.

"Well, Modred," Bran said, resting the wooden sword against his shoulder, "if you think you're tough enough to run with us, then you'd better be ready to bleed."

Without warning, he swung the wooden sword.

I barely had time to react. Instinct kicked in—I raised my arms in defense, but the impact sent a jolt of pain through my bones. It wasn't just strength behind that strike; it was precision, weight, experience. My feet slid back, but I refused to fall.

His next attack came at an angle, and I twisted my body, barely evading the strike. My heartbeat pounded in my ears. He wasn't just testing me. He was forcing me to adapt.

The cadets watched in stunned silence.

Bran stepped in close—too close. He hooked a foot behind my ankle and swept my legs out from under me. My back hit the ground hard.

"Lesson number one," Bran said, looming over me, "anticipation." He tapped the wooden blade against my forehead. "A fight isn't just about reacting. It's about predicting."

I gritted my teeth and pushed myself up.

Bran grinned. "That's the spirit."

The room echoed with the sounds of clashing wood, heavy breaths, and my own stubborn refusal to stay down. The training had begun.

SQUAD FIVE