Chapter 2

Wandering aimlesly through the desert, drops of sweat streaked down his face. A dry gust was blowing through the area, making his hair, which had gotten uncomfortably long during his slumber, scatter and flutter in the wind.

A patch of sand flew and struck his face, but the man simply coughed and wiped it off with his hand.

As he travelled, his broken armor fell into even further disrepair, it's pieces breaking off and left behind to be forgotten on the ever shifting sands

Walking further away from the flower fields, the sweet and almost intoxicating scent of mint and perfume started to fade, instead being replaced by a foul stench of rotting meat that assaulted his nose.

Large patches of sand were dyed black, forever stained by the demonic beasts that were slain there. 

Multitudes of scattered bones, both human and otherwise, remain lifeless on the barren and dry surface of the desert.

It was clear that a great battle was once fought here. The man pondered if he was also one of the casualties of the conflict and sighed, knowing he would not likely receive anything of importance here.

Nevertheless, he grimaced at the sight and smell of the stained sands, his heart throbbing at the sight of countless fallen soldiers. He bowed his head in respect then continued along his way across the field of death.

The stench continued to invade his sense of smell and made it almost unbearable to pass through, but he shook his head in defiance and started to hold his breath

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The man started to run, trying to cross the field as quickly as he possibly could, but he felt sluggish and weak, falling down onto the sand multiple times.

Eventually succumbing to the need for oxygen, he breathed in heavily, once more expecting to be abhorred by the terrible scent of carrion, but was unexpectedly greeted by something else entirely.

The stench no longer deterred him, it somehow started to allure his senses. As he looked around and continued to gaze at the death that surrounded him, he felt a strange sensation.

A sense of hunger started to grow within him. It was not physical hunger, not like how one would hunger for bread and wheat, instead he felt a strange craving for something else, something he was not familiar with.

This new and unknown sense of desire welled up inside him, bidding him to touch the scattered bones on the ground, daring him to consume the essence of humanity and it's demise.

Slowly reaching out towards the remains of the fallen, he quickly pulled himself back at the last moment, somehow resisting the supernatural temptation.

He closed his eyes and tried to steady himself, he clenched his teeth and fists while walking towards the edge of the area.

It took every ounce of willpower he had within him to resist the despicable hunger he possessed. He staggered as he walked up a mound that separated the field from the rest of the desert.

Reaching the top, he fell on his knees and breathed in. He was finally free of the stench that possessed him, and the hunger that mysteriously surfaced within him was still present, though slowly dying down.

He raised his head and saw the edge of the dry, barren wastes. The immediate area was surrounded by lush and verdant fields, along with multiple structures in close proximity to each other not far behind.

Even further behind it was a grand tower, towering and gleaming in the sunlight. It was tall enough to pierce the heavens and bright enough to be seen even from where the man knelt. 

The tower, though extremely far, somehow beckoned to him, it tugged at his mind and called for him. 

With renewed determination, he stood up. With broken armor, but an unbroken spirit, he set out to travel towards what he assumes is a town in the distance.

Now with a goal in mind, he set his eyes towards the tower and wondered what fate would await him there.