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The land above ground was stained by the soft gray sheen of frost, and snow; ruins were strewn about like clumps of towering cubs of ice; it appeared as a fallen and decaying city of old that was left to rot and freeze overtime by impossibly cold weather it was not build to withstand.

The city's original height, grandeur and pictorial organization had long since been obliterated within the frost of countless years.

For those few remaining buildings of substantial form and recognizable as a place for habitation.

Their window were healed over in secret ferns of frost were thick fog rolled off their exteriors in waves of falling vapor.

These structures in their entirety formed a glacier of monstrous proportions.

Akin to a city were ice giants dwelled; it was a shattered urban jungle, where the work of giants crumbled and where men of the past fell.

Into the ice-kissed air came wintry-feathers of pure white; a great torrential snowfall gave-way to a fierce flickering blizzard.

Pillars of light welcomed the grounds as moonlight pervaded through cascading flakes of silver.

There were no mountain, fields, or plants of any kind present; instead just a myriad of ancient buildings within an empty sheet of whiteness.

Wind grazed the ground and dragged flurries of fine snow that obscured the last vestiges of humanity above.

This story follows one of the very few last remaining survivors of humanity as he tries his best to live among insanity and monsters in the underground.

This story is about such a beast of burden, surrounded by nothing more than disease and death, How will he survive?

Will klein because just another forgotten soul or will this be his obituary!?

Table of Beast-Obituary

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Volume 1