Whether this became tragedy or triumph, I would savor every moment—and gather valuable insight into the ages to come.
"Let there be carnage!"
In the depths of the night, the broken sword responded.
A streak of dark red brilliance pulsed from its blade, glowing with a deep, crimson light.
Outside the village, the loud thunder of horses and frantic neighing tore through the night sky, and the environment.
But that wasn't the only sound, and that couldn't be all as the cries of humans rang out heavily in the air, tangled with desperate, confused pleas that echoed relentlessly.
CURSED CHILD POV..
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I had just woken up. Using the back of my hand, I rubbed the grogginess from my eyes and let out a sluggish yawn. I had thought the noise was part of a dream—some lingering reverie from my adventurous dreams as usual—but it was that very sound that had dragged me from my sleep, to reality.
