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Carnage... This name I gave myself...
The last human being...
The first dragon...
The first carnivore...
The world as we knew it no longer exists. The Gods, the sky or the creator...whatever. After a...
That day, the sky was overcast and some elves were guarding a carcass still in good condition of an Abrams tank automated by Cabal... it still had some fuel but the ammunition was exhausted and the AI deactivated... down.
Others were in the vicinity...
The elf patrol was exhausted from days of guarding the area and patrolling the edge of the swamps.
Strangely enough, these marshes with beaches and islets were a heavenly place. The water was not stagnant, but now predators abounded, which did not make the soldiers feel comfortable.
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Fortunately, they had a micro field of magical protection set into their armor to offer effective protection against plagues, mosquitoes and even dirt. This is why they were always clean and neat, unlike the stubborn dwarves.
The cleanliness and orderliness of the surviving human elites were admired by the noble elves and, miraculously, there were no conflicts. Everything was going well for the humans and the elves. Much less well for the dwarves. Even though the humans had reached out to them, for the surviving elves, they had only themselves to blame and beg Tyrant's forgiveness.
The waters, saturated with suspended particles, only allowed certain predators to have some visibility.
And, under the still water, the floating algae and dead wood, death could strike at any moment.
Still, it was Waspy's favorite area...a place of fun, but since his absence, the swamps were considered a very high risk area.
Plus, Drago Kobolds patrolled the area and...helped themselves to meat.
They had the advantage of intelligence, spells, magic and were veritable dinosaurs on legs.
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Even their scales reflected the environment and only a trained eye could see them.
And when you saw one, it was likely that two others were under cover, ready to pounce.
And, when the sun went down, that's when the "sharpies" came out of their lair to hunt.
Although smaller, they were human-sized and always hunted in packs.
