Death the only thing left in this world
In some places corpses burned to ash and dust leaving nothing but trace amounts of burnt flesh In the sea, the once vibrant life and stunning colors now dull only showing black and red. The blood of all those at sea had become the new ocean and the corpses of those who donated to it fell into the cracks and crevasses of the world. The only mercy they would be afforded, as no one would ever see their mangled corpses
The only place that could be called habitable was a place that used to be a forest. Few trees stood, and the ones that did only withered husks that could be blow away by the faintest breeze, yet no breeze ever came.
There stood, in that hollow land, a scholar in raged robes. He had come here on his last breath to fulfill the will of the world
"Please" It spoke. The words came out as if printed on brittle piece of paper
"Please" It said again. This was not enough. He would have to give everything He had.
As if he had ever stopped doing that since he was summoned to this world. If he could reminisce about the time with the friends he made here, the food eaten, the words spoken, or even the slight feeling of warmth he had felt he would, But he could not.
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"PLEASE" He tried to scream but it came out more so like a howl in a empty room. That was it. He was done. As what little life that he had left his body, he slowly began to turn into dust until he was no more. All that was left was his tattered robes. Even those had some enate desire to disappear, but the land was so dead that it lacked the elements it needed to decompose it. But the work was done.
Behind what little remained of the hero stood the worlds will. it was thin almost like a skeleton, but it did not matter to it. It had just enough energy to do what it needed. It got on its knees and clasped its hands. It sent a message, a plea to the soul of the only one that could spread life to this barren wasteland, the one with more power than it at its peak and all life on that had ever been on this world. It sent a plea to the soul of the hero so that it may leave the world in good hands, that it may never have to open its eyes again.