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The Tales Of The World

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Immortality.

Something that humanity has been trying to obtain for as long as their history goes.

To become engraved in the tales of the world, from leaving a legacy that would never be forgotten to accomplish things worthy of being called legends, humanity has tried to obtain immortality from very different ways.

But one always remained in their mind, the one way to truly become immortal, to avoid the grasp of death itself.

To live eternally.

For long those that have immersed themselves in the art of the arcane have tried to accomplish such a task, to be able to surpass humanity and become something else, something closer to God itself.

But could such a desire really be obtained by mere mortal hands? Plenty believe that it is …show more content…

For as he walked, the silver eyes that his hood kept hidden showed nothing but a glint of familiarity, a sardonic smile plastered on his pale face, a few strands of long black hair leaving his hood as his gaze wandered during his walk, his eyes lingering for a second each time they met those of the current residents of the one calm town.

For the once peaceful village had been reduced to nothing but a wasteland, from still burning houses to simply demolished ones, the stench of death filling the man’s nostrils, although if it bothered him he didn’t show it at all.

The streets weren’t deserted though, even if it looked like a riot had engulfed the town completely there were still people walking through the streets, passing by the man, their clothes, or at least what was left of them, showing that there were nothing but villagers.

Or at least, they had been once before.

Because of right now, the beings walking aimlessly through the city were anything but humans. Rotting flesh, howls and moans that couldn’t be considered humans by any means. Some of them weren’t even walking, but rather crawling on the dirt below, some of the limbs missing as they showed their bared their teeth at each other.

A scene of nightmares that would have any sane person scarred for life, for the only beings that resided in the town were those that the cloaked figure couldn’t be more familiar with, even if he tried.

The undead.

Walking corpses filled the streets, their gaze

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