The general ran towards them with his sword ready for combat, “What you have done, killing a hero is a death sentence.” He moved forward to attack, but he was thrown for a blade before he had the chance to dodge it. It pierced his neck and fell to the ground with a thud! While holding his bleeding neck. The army was filled with fear, however before they had a chance to attack, dark smoke created a covering above them. The assassins held hands together and portals appeared above the army. They then chanted and fireballs appeared from the portals consuming the army. The leader of the six said, “Send the king a message informing him that we have accomplished the mission." One of the assassins lifted his right hand, a raven appeared and it flew towards the castle. ‘"Heroes are seen as vessels by other humans." Everything that he said was true, after all my sacrifices in the end I was just a disposal tool. Then, I’ll show them my furr

Fear clawed through the three men, having seen the snippers attack. The man with swords said to himself, 'Running isn’t an option. Our only option is, to' running towards them, 'charge forward.' He swung his swords at the older man, but he dodged the attacks while enjoying the moment. The older man dodged another attack and as the other man raised his hands preparing to strike again, he was kicked on his chest, sending him to the ground. The older man then jumped on him with his axe forward. The man with swords put his two swords forward to block the attack, but the axe shattered the swords, cutting through his left shoulder. The man groaned in pain and kicked the man with the axe, sending him backwards together with his axe. The man whose weapons were blades ran towards the injured friend while trying to hit the man with an axe but to no avail. He said to himself, 'Maybe if I swiftly reach him, I may have a chance.' He increased his speed and stepped on a rock, t

The prisoner told him, “We have arrived.” All this time, Zeomora hoped that it would all turn out to be a vision. “Get out!” Said a soldier, holding a spear in both hands. When they were dragged out he saw that other people had already reached and were waiting for them. Among those who were waiting, was a priest. He smiled and said, “Your days are finally over. You’ve killed many, now their souls cry for vengeance and they shall be avenged today.” Zeomora’s body was shaking, hoping for someone or something to save him. Tears began to roll down his face, as they formed slightly warm streams down his cheeks. ‘How can I die, even before I ever accomplished a thing,’ he hit the ground with his fists, ‘this life has always been cruel to me. Never giving me a chance to prove my worth.’ Looking at the guns pointed at him together with the other two prisoners. ‘So, I shall die like a fallen soldier in battle, who has trained for years but never landed a hit on any of his e

Sweat trickled down his neck, “This day just had to be long,” studying the actions of the wolves. He tried looking for a way out, but could not think critically because of the chaos in his mind, “My only way out is asking help from the dragon.” He fell to his knees and said in a low voice, “Dragonlord I need your help,” and immediately he was teleported to where he had met him. The dragon came nearer to him and asked, “Have you now realized that the only way is to kill in order to survive?” Zeomora looked to the ground and said, “No, I am sorry, but I believe there is a world that exists with ought having to choose war.” The dragon laughed, “I used to picture life that way, till the day life taught me that a place like that never exists,” flying away, “but I shall help you. I have provided you with the sword, but you’ll have to use your skills.” He came back to reality and a description appeared before him. ‘You can now use portal storage. This allows you to sto

The adventurer said, ‘If he won’t answer me, then I’ll just have to beat him, then he’ll answer all my questions.” He also charged at him and was about to use a spell, but Zeomora disappeared. He quickly looked around, making sure Zeomora wasn’t going to use a surprise attack, but could not find him. He prepared himself in case he appeared anywhere, going in circles, trying to use a sixth sense. An attack came from the front and he quickly reacted by jumping away, but it slightly cut the upper side of his leg causing it to bleed. His breathing became louder and his heart rate increased lowering his hearing. ‘Where did the attack come from?’ He created a fireball and directed it behind him, but Zeomora held the blast distinguishing it. He used ‘Chainer binder’ and chains with sharp endings appeared from the ground and pierced him, holding him to the ground. Zeomora examined his hand and said, “I thought you were a worthy opponent but it seems you weren’t.” Th