"It's not like life was that hard once you played along with it..."
An echo was all that could break the silence—a scream of pain and survival, reverberating.
"Seriously, that bloody hound had been chasing me for a week now. And finally, I killed it!"
But a sinister whisper lingered in the air.
'Oh, it's not dead!'
The sound of a heartbeat throbbed in the stillness, a foreboding rhythm that drew closer, wrapping around him like a noose.
...
The clatter of a blade hitting the ground shattered the silence, an unsettling echo.
Blood dripped from the jagged edge of a flag, pooling on the ground.
His first fate—a mind trap, a labyrinth of fears and regrets—ensnared the unwary.
"We all had something to hide!"
Dark blades pierced the great clock of destiny, sending shadows cascading across the four kingdoms.
Fallen Chaos!
...
"Silence! The curse had chosen you!"
They stood at the precipice, teetering between life and death, hunted by their enemies while hunting their foes. They once believed they could escape; now, they yearned to run into that chaos.
The demons were calling.
The gods had fallen.
And chaos was just a voice away.
Shadows rose.
Blood flowed.
Skulls and bones scattered.
Grace was the only thing that would hold.
...
"Finally!" - a strange voice shouted in enthusiasm, echoing through the darkness.
"Chaos had fallen!"
The time for reckoning was at hand, bringing with it the promise of power—or destruction. The shadows gathered, and the dance of Fate began anew.
...
'Humans in this generation had fallen into Chaos...'
...
'Tempting enough...?'