Sinner in Night's Shadow

Chapter 1

Written in 2020, uploaded to Wattpad on 12/28/2022

Realigning the text to fit the intended format has a 50/50 chance to completely break the editor. God help me.

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The great watcher roared, splattering blood and other various fluids across the moonlit grass, charging forth with reckless abandon.

Its foe, a young bruised and battered man clutched his wounds as blood leaked through the gnarled gashes on their dark, obsidian armor.

The man looked to the night sky and saw that the moon was nearing the horizon.

He needed to end this. Now.

A normal, unassuming red brick formed in his hand, as he snuck through the tall grass with great haste.

The giant eye stopped its rampage, and immediately located the man. Even without a pupil, it seemed that the beast still had impeccable eyesight, able to spot the man whose armor blended in almost perfectly with the night.

It charged, but before it could hit him, the man threw the brick. It shattered with a strangely excessive force for such a projectile, shredding through the mawed beast's internals.

The momentum kept it going, one of the many teeth stabbing into the man's stomach as the beast began its death throes.

The man winced as he pushed himself off of the eye's tooth, a gaping hole in his abdomen. Scrambling for a health potion, his knees buckled as his body oozed precious blood.

The beast wasn't faring any better, its flesh cracking like a stone as blood arced out like water jets, before finally bursting into guts and gore.

Eye of Cthulhu has been defeated!

There was no real need for the potion. Glowing hearts flew at the man, carrying the eye's momentum. They gingerly touched his body, sealing his wounds and restoring his armor to peak condition.

As the rising sun marked yet another tale of survival, the man collapsed to the ground, exhausted despite his healed state. He clutched the well earned eye-shaped Treasure Bag in his hands, the man closed his eyes for a well-earned rest...

"Brave heroes! We have summoned you four to save our world!"

'Hold up.'

The young man sat up, now finding himself in the middle of a grandiose room, surrounded by priests and sitting on a magical sigil that was rapidly growing dimmer and dimmer.

To one side of the room, was a king sitting upon his throne.

"We ask of you, please lend us your...huh? There's... there are five heroes...?"

The youngster looked around, seeing four more young men similar in age. Each one wielded a unique weapon donning a large, vibrant jewel.

The king spoke up. "Hum, an interesting turn of events! Heroes, I ask of thee, please help us in our time of need! A terrifying phenomenon known as the Waves of Calamity is devastating our kingdom!"

The five heroes looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

"If you help us, I promise that you will be rewarded handsomely!"

The blonde-haired man with the spear shrugged. "Welp, I'm in."

The other heroes quickly decided to follow in his footsteps, at the promise of sweet loot— and maybe even a way to go home.