In the darkest part of a dungeon, a figure rested chained in the shadows. The darkness made it impossible to distinguish the being's features, but given its size, it was easy to assume that it was a strong entity.

The being shrouded in darkness appeared to have been in this state for a long time, and it remained so, even when footsteps echoed through the dungeon walls. It couldn't be said that that hole was the quietest place in the world, but the sound of footsteps was certainly strange in that place forgotten by the gods.

With each step, the sound became louder, and the meager amount of light that was there faded, making the place even darker, and the being, even with its mental resilience, cannot help but be bothered by the sound.

"I remember that hypocrisy has always been your strong point, and even with the end of the world imminent, that hasn't changed." Said the being in the same position as before with an incredibly clear voice for his condition. 

The owner of the steps, who until now had not spoken anything, spoke in a heavy voice. "Still spitting nonsense? I think your tongue must be tired of being stuck to you, don't you think?"

"Not even the end makes me fear, much less the ignorant one who doesn't see it in front of him."

The walker remained silent after that, and a short time later, he asked a key question for the situation. "Your much-proclaimed end comes today, but where is it? Were you so indoctrinated by the Church of the Soul that you gave up on logic and clung to blind faith? I thought at least you would be different, but it seems I was wrong." The walker said with a bit of disappointment in his voice. He then waited for a response, which never came. He thought it was strange, and when he was about to speak again, a smell that he knew well entered his nose.

The smell of blood.

Then, with a wave of his hand, the darkness that inhabited the dungeon entered within him, as if they were returning to their place of origin. Soon after that, the walker's features could be discerned. His entire body was covered in a black hooded tunic, with an emblem of a White Sun on the chest. On his brown face were tribal marks and lines, as if his face was used for some kind of macabre ritual. And most importantly, the look of disbelief on his face.Ícone "Verificada pela comunidade"

A pool of blood was forming inside the cell of the being, who turned out to be a great woman in every way. A hole big enough to fit a fist was in her chest, piercing through the thin blue robe she wore, and her golden hair covered her entire face, but strangely, the woman's head was looking up, as if at some point in time of the conversation, she deigned to look at the man's face even, with his disheveled hair blocking the view.

The man, seeing the scene in front of him, couldn't help but take a step back and take a deep breath for a second as he tried to calm himself down. The man continued breathing deep, until he eventually calmed down.

Looking ahead, and finding nothing but an empty cell, he wondered what he was doing there. Then, the dungeon returned to being the abyss it was, while again the sound of footsteps echoed, but this time, with no one to irritate.Ícone "Verificada pela comunidade"

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Outside the dungeon, there was a vast world, which in contrast to the darkness there, was bathed by two suns, as if to ensure that no darkness plagued the world, and thanks to the blessings of the twin suns, life was abundant, with a beautiful and diverse Flora and Fauna.

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In the beginning, the blessings were free for everyone and everything, but over time, selfish emotions began to appear in the minds of the inhabitants.

"What if I had his blessings?"

And that's how wars came about.

Each blessed one, to defend their own blessings, joined together with beings similar to them, since there was no risk of them coveting what belonged to their brothers.

But over time, the selfish feeling lost strength and gave way to reason.

Not that each group achieved enlightenment and realized that coveting what wasn't theirs was wrong.

Quite the contrary, the sudden reason was like the first spark of an immense fire, one that threatened to burn the entire world.

But the difference is that now each group was more discreet with the way they achieved their goals, and so, they continue to this day, committing heinous acts due to more power, sinking even deeper into the pit they dug, all without realizing it.

And how do I know all this?

It doesn't matter, after all, in a short time, you won't remember me, you, or anything.

Sacred is Death and all his paths.