Thundering of sky is frightening the dead skeletons of this underground breathless bodies rather than living bodies in neighbourhood hamlet. Death has come to these parts unknown to anybody but one person, and that person shall never leave living again.

The only living person in entire place is one man. His name is Roy, and he's not dying anytime soon.

He watches lightning strikes death to the black wooden cross suspended above the small graveyard. He watches with detached curiosity as rainwater swiftly leaks through, almost drowning the emaciated bodies under layers of ash.

It's both sublime and epic, as he prepares to battle the giants of hell. However, fighting against forces beyond our control is also ominous and evil, just as it is human fate.

By slaying all demons and ghouls, he marches forward. By purifying the land of their infernal pollution, he liberates it from corruption, because in order to protect his world from demonic domination, it will be delivered from ruin to save our world from demonic appropriation. However, what he desires in his heart is not the purification of this world. It’s something far more selfish. Vengeance against the god who flogged his life.

With haste, he races across the fields to his next destination, which is the wagon he had discovered earlier since leaving the last haunted village. They are escorting it vigorously.

Demons and ghouls continue to hinder him like grazing undead cattle. They are the weak, and as such, he has no mercy for them.

He carries on like a madman, unencumbered by fatigue or wounds. Every step of the way, the lust to kill and punish his enemies propels him on.

Enemies left, right and centre.

The dawn will soon rise, putting an end to the forces of darkness.

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