After a long hour of walking through the steep mountains, the trio formed by Benjamin, his big brother Alexandre and Father Robert finally reached the meeting point. There, a friend of Robert was to pick them up in his truck.
"We're finally here," exclaimed Alexandre, relieved to finally be able to rest. As he leaned against a tree, Benjamin, eyes wide with wonder, contemplated the surroundings, fascinated by the wild beauty of the landscape.
Robert was dressed in armor that he had created with his own hands, using his exceptional power, ready to face any danger.
Although the area seemed to be peaceful, they were never safe from attack by living or wild creatures.
This world was abandoned, devoid of any order or authority capable of maintaining peace and justice. There were many dangers there and you had to be on your guard at all times.
"Draw your weapons, gentlemen," the father ordered, as apprehension showed on his face at the stranger around them.
"Don't worry, father," Alexander replied confidently, leaning against a low wall. "I know what we are exposing ourselves to."
"Dad, are we in danger?" Benjamin asked worriedly.
"My son, for your good, I want you to remember this: here, you cannot trust anyone. You must always be on your guard, ready to react at any time," his father explained in a serious and serious tone. .
"Yes, father," replied Benjamin, pulling out his dagger, given for his 9th birthday by his mother.
Suddenly, Benjamin saw a shadow appear behind Alexandre. His blood boiled and he was going to shout to his brother to warn him of the impending danger, but before he could say a word, Alexander had already turned to face this dark and dark threat. mysterious.
"Clang! The shrill, sonorous sound of steel meeting flesh rippled through the air.
The shadow that had frightened Benjamin turned out to be a Necrotor, a dreadful creature that had abandoned all moral sense and longed only to kill to increase its strength. Deathstalkers were often solitary beings, and it was fortunate for the group that this one was among them.
Bang!
The Necrotor's head shattered, sending blood and bits of flesh and brains flying in all directions, forming a macabre aurora around the creature's collapsed body."
As Benjamin watched, he could see his father's armor morph into a brutal firearm, protruding from his father's right arm with power. Alexander, meanwhile, backed cautiously, aware that the Necrotor did not always travel alone.
The father sighed in relief, happy that his sons had survived this encounter with this Necrotor. He looked proudly at Alexandre, who had known how to anticipate danger and protect his little brother Benjamin. He then remembered the heavy responsibility that rested on their shoulders, in this abandoned world where violence and betrayal were commonplace.
"You are true warriors, my sons," he said, smiling proudly. "But we must be more vigilant now. We don't know what awaits us further in this inhospitable land."
He looked at them with a serious expression, conveying his seriousness and determination to protect them at all times. Then they continued on their way, armed and ready to face any challenge that came their way.
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