In a certain village through the desert, where tragedy and disasters could pop out of nowhere were a common occurrence.
The nameless village had met its worst disaster yet.
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Walking on the very road that the villagers had built with much difficulty and sleepless nights, an over 2-meter tall figure wearing a full plated armor, released an aura that was unfitting for the living.
Looking around the buildings, the figure saw bloodstains all over the place, with a rare corpse or two still oozing fresh blood out of their body, and beside it was a skeleton that had his skull broken in half.
"It seems some didn´t make it." The plated figure said as he looked around the place where he saw a few more of the skeletons that the figure had created.
Of course, those were none other than Danzel draugr´s laying down on the ground.
And he didn´t like that to say the list.
