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The Ruined Death Knight

After someone took my life away from me, I felt something or someone pulling my entire being together with my memories away from me and placing them into somewhere where it was cold and hollow. And when I thought that my life came back to me... I realized that my new life as one of the dead had already begun... "Who am I?" Which path will this soul choose? A path of Perseverance or a path of Ruination? * * * * P.S: This is my first novel that I write so there is bound to be mistakes...so go easy on me xD

Allenheim · Fantasy
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Misunderstanding

Many of the warriors wished to rush toward Danzel and crash his skull, but none of them were stupid enough to attempt the such act.

And those who looked about to do were stopped by those with sane minds.

Although retired, one of their strongest warriors was incapacitated in an instant. Also, the capability to make corpses move and turn them into cursed warriors (undead) was terrifying on its own.

But what really had them panicking was the appearance of the two and the last sentence that Danzel spoke.

One clad full of dark metal, which was known to inherently hold immense cold to be used as armor with a fleshless head, with two flaring eyes gazing the beyond.

And the other wore something that resembled the white wolf fur but was held up by bones. Her small body together with her white hair and her fox mask made out of bones. She didn't look particularly threatening, but her ability to regenerate limbs was shocking to them.