Rogan Cawl was the son of the father of the world, so in other words he was the worlds brother. Legend says that rogan wasn’t born out of the womb or made by The Father, according to books, he had appeared there like he had always been there.

Luce remembered how his mom used to say it when he was little:

* And, just like that, Poof he was there like he always had been and always will be.

He missed his mother terribly. He felt in his pocket for the ring he had taken from her hand the genocide of yesterday still horribly vivid. His mother used to say that Rogan was everywhere, after all, he was the follower of everything.

She had also said that no matter your goals he would always be there to help you tough it out and get to your goals no matter how hard. You wouldn’t always succeed but you would have higher chances.

All though he was just a legend, some of the first kings and queens had told stories about meeting him and feeling his presence. All these stories described him differently aside from one detail:

His head was always in the form of two hands praying. Replacing any facial structures the fingers were like large oak branches, brown and worn out with time. He spoke through a way that was unknown to anyone. In stories he had worn, scholar blue and silver robes, black metal armor.

Rogan was seen by all like a good god. In the early days he would visit his shrines and churches around the world. Until one day he fell in love with a young lady named, Jericho of halmy.

Rogan had been passing through a village, to go to the capital and that’s where he had seen. In the small village where Jericho lived, the arrival of Rogan was a blessing. His love for her was evident in the way he tended to the fields, healed the sick, and brought prosperity to the once-struggling community. The villagers celebrated their good fortune, and the shrine to Rogan and Jericho became a symbol of hope and joy.

Rogan, the eternal brother of the world, reveled in the simple pleasures of mortal life with Jericho. They shared laughter, dreams, and the warmth of each other's company. The villagers admired the divine couple, and their story was told with reverence across the land.

However, the gods above, observing the extraordinary bond between Rogan and Jericho, grew uneasy. Love between a deity and a mortal was not meant to be, and it disrupted the natural order of things. In their displeasure, the gods conspired to intervene and restore the balance they believed was disrupted.

On one fateful day, Rogan was walking around the village talking to passersby and blessed them with the divine light they were now accustomed to. Later he went to the home he and Jericho had shared and inside saw the corpse of Jericho on the ground. Her eyes were gone, and her body was twisted in ways unheard of.

In his rage, Rogan screamed, bellowed, tore his lungs out. The Other gods had achieved their goal, to restore the balance but they, at the same time, killed a god. They had killed the brother of the world. Rogan screamed for years and wept for centuries all the villagers killed when he had unleashed his full despair, the sadness of a god too much for their vessels to accept. He cried, and cried, till his eyes formed rivers, lakes and made the life around him grow to such huge heights they rivaled the high towers of the capital, which easily reached the 200 meters.

And that is how the woods of green came to be. And once he had stopped weeping, he disappeared. He didn’t return to the sky, no one knows where he went. Some say he still wanders the woods of green while others say he merged with the forest itself to be able to control life and death inside his haven.

Right now, luce felt the presence of something helping him trudge through the mud. Each step was a little bit lighter, and the sludge slid of him. Or maybe it was just his determination to push through it all.

Luce’s thoughts felt as dark as the path ahead of him. Death, despair, restlessness

The creature came out of nowhere. Hollow eye sockets stretched by skin making them look like dried leather, a mouth filled with razor sharp teeth in the shape of a crown, shaped by a visage the form of an elongated ball and the body of the creature which of who was skinny with more bony flesh topped by long hollow agile legs.

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Just as the creature came out the blue screen appeared in front of him again:

A crowned killer has ambushed you.

Due to its high-pitched supersonic scream, it will lead other crowned killers to your location.

Scream effect: 10 %

This was not good. If more came, he wouldn’t be able to fight all of them off. He would get overwhelmed and probably killed. Luce activated his ability Doom hand. He felt the strength surge through his arm as the creature leapt in the air towards him. As the creature was almost on him, he swung his fist in the direction of the crowned killer.

It dodged by flailing one of its long arms over his fist, grabbed his fist and went over his arm. The creature swiped at him with its long gnarly nails which gashed Luce’s arm.

* Fuck! that’s not good!

Rage: 73 %

The creature landed behind him. He felt it take another jump and he dodged behind a tree, the creature taking another swipe at him but narrowly missing him leaving a dent in the thick bark of the white trees.

The creature turned its empty head towards luce and opened its mouth again.

Scream effect: 25 %

Luce took the opportunity of its distraction to hide behind a tree. In the process he slipped and fell through roots into an abandoned nest. The creature bellowed; he could definitely hear that. His ears rung, and the creature advanced to his location.

Luce tried looking for something in the den to use as weapon. His package still neatly tight under his arm. He didn’t want to use it. It was meant as an experiment for a dog that had lost his front paw but worked well for humans too. In the back he saw a long stick that had been carved to be able to be held as a spear. He grabbed it. A second later the creature saw him and ran to the nest. It jumped and thrashed to try and get through the roots its arms moving in every direction, too dangerous for him to go up and stab it with his newly found weapon.

He put the package down carefully and advanced towards the monster. Staying just out of reach, he jabbed his lance and stabbed the creature’s head. It knocked the stick out of Luce’s hands and clattered on the floor. He needed to plan this out.

The roots were slowly giving way and the Crowned Killer was making himself free. He needed to act fast. The creature was still flailing its arms around the place and trying to butcher anything and anyone close enough for its gnarly hands to grab.

Luce was shaking. What was he supposed to do? He didn’t want to die here. He needed to push on. He sat quickly to gather his thoughts and the creature let out another supersonic scream.

Scream effect: 40 %

What could he do? Its arms were flailing all around so impossible to hit without getting a nasty gash, he couldn’t use the spear as demonstrated before. What could he do? Maybe if he combined both it could work. Yes, that’s it. He told himself.

He stood up. The creature almost free from its natural trap. He grabbed the spear and with his legs still shaking he charged the Crowned Killer. He held the spear in his right hand and used doom hand on his left arm.

He jabbed with the spear. And dodged an oncoming hand at the same time. The spear connected with an arm and got knocked to the side like before. But the spear had created a much-needed distraction. As the Crowned Killer was searching for Luce, it heard a rustling under him.

It didn’t have enough time to render what had happened as the last thing it would see in its disgusting existence was luce’s red, black fist, as it made contact his arm passed clean through the head. Brain fragments splattered to the den’s roof and stayed there. Blood painted the den red. The creature’s body went limp and fell to the ground. He had managed to go under the creature.

Doom hand progress: 2 %

Luce just stood there not knowing what to do. He had killed again, yes it was to save himself and the creature was actively trying to kill him, but he still felt bad about killing. He didn’t want to kill, it was wrong, the blood and viscera added to his already bloody face. The cut that the Crowned killer had given him wasn’t that deep and he could walk it off, he just needed to make sure it wouldn’t get infected.

He climbed out of the hole he had fallen in with the package and his newfound stabbing tool. He needed to be careful maybe more of them were lurking around. Luce paced along the trees carefully stepping on firm ground as not to fall again and break the contents of the package. The woods were as gray as ever and a small mist started to appear. He paid it no mind and continued to run. The further he went in the woods the more tress became slimmer and spread out.

He was entering the heart of the forest. The mist was very dense now and he couldn’t see 3 meters in front of him. The fog was covering everything, and no trees were in sight. Even the ground was becoming more and more leveled. Soft dirt being replaced by firm cobblestone.

He continued walking forward knowing it was the only way to Dodonma without passing through army infested areas he had heard of.

Even though he had killed the Crowed Killer he still felt followed although, now it didn’t feel threatening.