Legends of Eldoria: Chapter One
Ash filled the air as the heat of a battle scorched everything around it. A valiant warrior in black-soot beaten armor drove their sword into the ground—used it as a crutch. They hadn’t tasted war like this before. The iron on their tongue, the anger in every breath, their heart pounding in their throat.
They never wanted this. They just wanted to live the rest of their life in peace, but the Demon of the West, The Goliath of Necrotica, had taken things too far.
He stood in chipped and beaten black armor, his red, glowing eyes just as fractured as his mind. He wanted blood to spill, so the warrior had no choice. If the monster wanted blood, they’d give it blood.
The Demon of the West ruled Necrotica with an ironed, bloody fist. Struck down anyone with his great sword, Cataclysm. They called it Cataclysm for the destruction it left with every swing. The cities it buried under ash and dust. Embedded at the bottom of the hilt was the eye of a Hellfire beast. A monstrous dragon that took no prisoners. His helmet may have hid his face, but the warrior didn't need to know what was under it to know that it was no human.
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