"I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com"
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...
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Then the artifact, broken, a magical wave, like an explosion distorting reality. How to describe? Maybe looking through a distorting mirror... ripples but when those shadows hit the survivors on the ground... It was an immense sadness.Everything that made the land beautiful, fantastic, fell to dust...The elves saw their limbs crumble like a vampire exposed to the sunlight.Ashes. At least all those who had passed through the resurrection of Tyrant. Only those who were bred were able to survive.The fantastic plants did not escape... Well, not all of them, but a good part...The scars of the cataclysm suddenly reappeared, the prolific vegetation falling into dust.
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It was a carnage and, in one day. The whole planet had been subjected to these "waves".Even Enka had a tear.She rushed out of the black hole and took a human form to savor the air of the planet."SWITCH TO PLASMA/RUNIC PROPULSION MODE"
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And we started to speed up.
I was in the control room and I saw the parameters scrolling. Everything was green.
But...it was Darkia... She had been hit pretty hard. Her whole back was burned...
Then I looked at Kate, and she was blowing healing spells... The nightmare dragoness was recovering: "Hans... be careful.... Tyrant exists in several dimensions at once... His power... he gets it from cause and effect. He uses the Qliphotic tree... (inverted tree of life, negative chackras...)
