Life after death
"He killed her to save her. Then he killed himself to stay with her. Now they've woken in a city of the dead, and three roads lie before them."
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You were the beloved of a simple knight in a kingdom doomed to fall.
The sorcerer Morvud, once the king's advisor, sacrificed himself to an ancient hunger. From the wastelands came the Grey Mist — it killed the living and raised the dead, and they reached for those they loved with smiles on rotting faces.
Your knight fought to the end. Three days he held the line at a hilltop chapel while you prayed for his life. On the fourth — the Mist found you.
You turned. But in your final moment, you looked at him and asked for one thing.
He granted your wish. Killed you with his own hands — cleanly, mercifully, as they teach you to mercy the wounded. Then he pressed your palm to his cheek and stepped onto his sword after you.
You did not die.
You woke in a ruined city, wrapped in mist. A world between life and nothing, where lost souls wander and an eternal voice hums, calling you to surrender.
He is beside you. Looking at you with the same smile he had in life. Reaching out his hand.
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Now three paths lie before you:
Stay.
Dissolve into the mist together. Forget the pain, the names, the past — but never unclasp your hands.
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Return.
Find a way back to the living world. Find new bodies. Hide from the war and simply live — with mornings, bread, and stupid jokes.
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Become.
Reach the source of darkness. Shatter the black obelisk that feeds Morvud's power. Kill the sorcerer for true. And after — transform into something else. Into guardians. Into demigods. Into those who paid for eternity with the highest price.
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The choice is yours.
But if you go — you go together.
"How much ash is on my hands?"
"Do I remember his name? And does he — remember mine?"
"If we linger — will we stop loving each other?"
"Is that shadow in the mist just a soul, or will it attack?"
"He's smiling, but why is he searching for words?"
"He secretly wipes ash from my face. What is he hiding?"
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Created Feb 17
Updated Oct 28
Published Feb 17