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WHAT HAPPENED TO THE DEATH?


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                                                                      WHAT HAPPENED TO THE DEATH?

 

 

 

          Six days have passed since the first legion of soldiers came through that door. The wise man once said: Some doors should never be opened.

        Berkus, the guardian of the Mountain Clan, was lying dead in front of the entrance. A son awaited the return of the father barbarian. Little was known he would never come back home.

        The dense forests of Ilhor whispered foreboding and silently wept the loss of their best warriors. Elves were virtually extinct (or were hidden in very remote places) since evil spread. Their souls wander lost and terrified, trapped in the terrible memories of their last seconds of life. On the other hand, warlocks rotted with their own magic rituals; rogues feared to use invisibility and then never be found. Even the illustrious wisdom of the elves and the robust strength of Mountain Clan failed to defeat what is camouflaged in the bowels of that chamber.

        Caravan was buried in his infinite desert. Silence filled the site and not even the wind dared to pronounce. Heroes were possessed by dementia and people were falling dead suddenly.

        The depths of darkness terrorized the cold hearts of the Forsaken and aroused fear, even in that race that was born in the darkness. Darkness were spreading and taking over the daylight, making even the most noble warrior chatter.

        Behind that somber door the ritual continued. Soon they would take Irselnort. Genuine from the shadows, dominated the art of darkness, were hooded beings so that the worst part of their faces stay hidden. A look at your look and endless abyss was born. They were called The Six of Darkness (Sixshadow). They captured Death and manipulated his power with the oldest of spells. They decimated men and women, kings and queens, kingdoms and empires, all with the simple click of the ends of bones of the hands.

        Wearing the Phantom Cape, forged especially to help them to walk by the shade, the last legion of soldiers was ready to go through the portal. A step back would approach both the death as a step forward, that everything is equal to everything because everything will have a single ending. Then, trembling and silent steps mingled with darkness. And gone.

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