(This is the prologue to a proper story I am writing, they will be graphic parts so be wary) ———————————————————————— The man stood in a blackened void, silence filled the air, a painful silence...his clothes were covered with crimson blood as he held a dagger in his hand.
A sinister voice then echoed through the darkness, it's voice raspy and horrifying...
"They were...UNWORTHY..."
The man looks around, and paints a strange symbol on his forehead using the blood from his knife-
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He spoke, his voice was full of hatred
"They are all dead my lord....Dusk has fallen..."
The unknown voice roared in a sinister laughter as the man cowered in terror, his eye wide with fear...
Suddenly, he immediately began to laugh, his laughter turning into a psychotic laugh, as it fills the air.
"Well done Jakob...you are indeed WORTHY..."
A surge of green lightning struck Jakob as he is given immense power, before a red eyed cultist appears out of the shadows, he bows towards Jakob before whispering something to him.
Jakob's eyes widen as he is told the news: A famed treasure hunter has been captured outside of Dusk...Jakob laughs as his voice echoes across dimensions
