It was pure darkness surrounding the whole terrain, it wasn't night it was noon. Instead of shining brightly sun was engulfed in the weird darkness not letting even a single ray of light let through. From the terrain, there was a bright light coming as if the sun had descended itself. It was from a glowing sword covered with golden light which was releasing bright sparkling particles illuminating the area around it. It was a legendary weapon helith.

Helith was held by long and rough hands which were covered by scars and wounds. The hand was equipped with different kinds of equipment with a fascinating design. They were magical artefacts.

Tip...Tip...Tip.

The sword handle and the hand holding it were completely tainted and glowing red. blood was dripping on the ground and making a plinking sound when dropping to the already present black fluid on the ground, The black fluid was also blood, the blood of the monsters.

There was a glowing figure standing in the dark blood Holding a sword. His presence in itself doesn't suit the terrain at all. While the terrain was filled with darkness, foul odour, disgusting screeching and hideous corpses. The blood of this monstrous creature was poisonous making the environment completely toxic. It was a battlefield with Dark red mist covering it all.

A person standing there became more visible to the eyes. It was a person looking to be in his mid-twenties but the expression on his face wasn't matching with his at all. He has a gloomy expression of a person who has lost everything but one last thread of hope within him. It was an expression of a person who was alive just for this moment as well as the one who was disappointed in himself.

Screaming for his loved ones and those who believed in his power, the memory of them being ripped apart, cut down and brutally killed, and the death cry of those all who depended on his protection started going through his head.

He was wearing shiny black armour made up of magical dark metal mithril. It was a full body armour covering his long figure from neck to feet.

It also has an emblem printed on it. It was an emblem of a waning crescent moon shining brightly as it was in silver colour.

Armour was broken at so many spots sawing his torn clothes and extremely wounded skin beneath it. He was in a condition in which he can fall at any moment, He has lost every last drop of stamina and strength he had.

He was just standing carrying his last hope within his exhausted body with his last breaths. Even in this extremely injured state, he has been using his magic to keep using items for poison resistance and other defensive equipment. As it was already hard for breathing in the toxic and polluted air filled with bloody mist he has to use almost all of his artefacts to keep staying alive.

'Why, It just took 8 years for humanity to extinct, is this unchangeable, all the life sacrifice of my master, my friends, my beloved ones does it mean nothing in the end? no, it can't be like this how can a war be this one-sided? why would Torrentia give a sudden rise to a new power'

Torrentia was the name of the world Leukous lived in. It was a world developed in both science and magic. People here received magic from their birth. It was believed that the world they lived in itself had a soul, as to this they were believers of Torrentia.

He was standing against the biggest enemy and the biggest disaster for humans in its territory not having any fear in his mismatched eyes. No one knew what this entity was. It was known as "Harbinger of the Chaos" by humans.

"Sigh, Hahaha..hahaha...ha..ha.cough.. cough.. haha..haaaa"

Suddenly he started laughing with his rough and loud voice which fell suddenly law with his coughing sounds. It was a laugh with tremendous sadness in it, a pitiful laugh.

"Is this the end, was all effort worth this?" It was a voice with roughness a deep voice of intense grief within.

Far away in the distance, there was a big figure with shining red eyes just looking at eyes will make a normal being fall into immense darkness. Suddenly it risen its black hand and pointed it toward Leukos. It was a large hand with having pointy finger larger than that of its palm, it looked like being covered by hard, stiff, and dark material with a glow to it which was strangely not armour or outside equipment but its skin.

It looked like a purple flame was floating in the air around his visible hand.

In the instant after the hand rose pairs of red dots started being visible in the mist. The Dark red mist presented bright red dots which were the eyes of monsters moving toward Leukos.

only eyes visible in the dark mist monsters flying in the sky looked like pairs of red stars shining in the sky.

"A striking and horror scenery I never wanted to see - Doomsday"

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Suddenly a loud alarm rang which was put on a small and old-looking cupboard in a small old room. The furniture was old and an annoyance to the eyes, with one room with a communal kitchen on one end of the room.

A young boy sleeping on the small old half broken bed suddenly woke up.

He silently sits having a weird chill in his whole body with an image of a black hand repeatedly appearing in his memory.

"What was that creepy hand…"