To my dearest lover, I may never return home. There is a demon plaguing our lands and I must protect our home

Sickness is upon these lands, these mangled bodies in our hands. Behold a day of woe and sorrow together we await the storm. A demonic colossus, has death himself come to claim us? Our world has fallen to fade

The sickened disease of this human race has come and gone. I miss my friends and family I feel so alone. The darkest days approach me, how long can I hold? My will is fading but my chaos will unfold.

As I walk I can feel the pain. I go on. Will I die in vain? Is this the end of me? Frozen in still figure, I stood in the gaze of the beast that the legend has foretold of, it's famine. His sickness consumes me. His eyes see right through me. Consuming my courage, my fury unleashed. Its revolting appearance pales only in comparison to its despicable cruelty done unto the innocent.

Battered and broken as I lay so weak. Slaughtered in bloodbath, my will achieved. Smothered in victory, my odyssey. My heart turns black as I become the beast. Purpose has spilt from me. I cannot live this life of disease. The abyss gaping beneath I plummet away from suffering.

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