Dante_shark

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

The ruins trembled again as a new threat emerged a creature that slithered like a serpent, its humanoid torso twisting unnaturally. Its six arms each held jagged, bone-like blades, and its hollow eyes glowed with malevolent intent.

Arden stepped forward, silent as a shadow, her twin blades gleaming faintly in her hands. The dark cloak draped over her figure flowed with her movements, and the shadow at her feet seemed to ripple like a living entity.

"Arden," Bran warned, his tone calm but firm

"I'll handle this," she replied softly, her violet eyes cold and sharp.

The beast lunged, its six blades descending in a flurry of strikes. Arden moved with precision, her lithe forming weaving through the assault like a thread through a needle. Her blades flashed, intercepting the beast's strikes with brutal efficiency.

She darted to its flank, her shadow surging forward to bind its legs. The beast screeched, slashing wildly at the encroaching darkness, but she was already above it.

Her twin blades glowed with a shadowy energy as she descended. In a single fluid motion, she severed two of its arms, black ichor spraying into the air.

The beast roared, retaliating with a powerful swipe of its tail. Arden leapt back, her cloak billowing, and landed silently, her expression unflinching. With a single, fluid strike, she severed three of its arms, her shadow-empowered blades carving through the flesh and bone like butter.

The chimera staggered, its ichor spilling onto the round. Arden didn't stop. She moved in a blur, her blades flashing as they sliced through its belly, bringing the beast crashing down.

Her shadows twisted upward, forming jagged spikes that pierced the creature's torso. The chimera let out one final, ear-splitting scream before collapsing, its body dissolving to ash.

Bran gave a faint nod, his tone carrying on edge of approval. "Well done".

She didn't respond, her focus already shifting to the path ahead.

SHADOW'S FANG