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My sword came down with a slash, I felt the blood of my enemy fly trough the air and land on my face. His body fell down with a thud at my feet. I swinged my sword in order to get the blood of the sword, and with my sleeve I wiped the blood in my face, unsuccessfully, wich was expected, due to the fact that my sleeve too was full of blood. With a tired sigh I sat on top of a pile of corpses.

“Another battle without survivors, huh.”

The war was getting at the most heated moments, battles where both armies were obliterated were not uncommon, but even so, it was unusual to happen to such large armies as the ones who fought here today. Both armies had around 25 thousand soldiers.

I used my sensory capabilities to determine if there were really no survivors. At the same time I looked at the horrifying sight that was the battlefield.

Corpses everywhere, some of them were missing half of the body, some of them were caught on fire, so they were impossible to recognize.

Suddenly my sensorial abilities detected a big amount of presences.

I hurried to the area where I felt their presence but I turned back the moment I hurried to the area where I felt their presence but I turned back the moment I arrived there. The presences that I felt were morsavis. Morsavis are birds that love to eat flesh from dead animals, sometimes they would even trick animals and humans to kill each other in order to have a meal, or sometimes, they do that for pure enjoyment.

“It really seems that there are no survivors.”

I arrived at that conclusion after half an hour wandering around the battlefield.

During that time I saw some familiar faces. A girl, who was hoping to get married to the man she loves after the war, a young boy, who enlisted in the army a year before the war to pay off some medicine to his mother, an old man who just wanted to see his daughter and a guy who said that kindness was the most important thing and even gave me a bowl of food the day before the battle.

“If there are no survivors then at least I want to find His corpse.”

If my memory wasn’t wrong then he should be on the top of the hill slightly away from the frontlines.

“There you are.”

He was a great friend to me. His once beautiful face was scarred throughout the battles that he fought.
I remembered all the times he complained because of that. But his face was now the least of his concerns.

His right arm was cut off, now laying a few steps away from him. His left leg was pierced by several arrows, he probably refused to fall on his knee until the fatal blow hit him.

Talking about the fatal blow, a huge hole was present in his chest allowing to see what was behind him.

Suddenly a huge amount of memories started running throughout my head. The good and bad moments, he was there, and he was one of my few friends of my age that I had.

However, tears didn’t start streaming from my eyes. No, something like that doesn’t happen anymore, not with me.

Yeah, after all, monsters don’t deserve to cry or feel sad.

Author: Hello There! It's me the author! I'm here to warn you that the Volume 1 of this series will only be published completly starting january 8 in 2023.

I hope the prologue caught your interess, see you in january.