Thread:HoundTheDestroyer93/@comment-25808351-20200826231605/@comment-25808351-20200907182513

Within the devastation soon to be, one works forward.

“This is what remains.” A village Man speaks somberly to a small Kobold. “Fairness is dead, honor is gone.” They look upon hung corpses. “Consumed by the hatred that engulfs us..... Now nothing is left. And yet....”

The sun rises, humans and monsters ransack the giant pile of crates and carriages full of supplies sitting idle just few a yards beyond their village. Placed there by a force beyond any other. The downtrodden rush into the pile, and indulge with blind ignorance to the supplier.

“Before the darkness, my father told me it took a hero to make the world better.” The Man continues. “But we never got a hero, child. We got HIM, a beast they call CERBERUS.“

The two look beyond the horizon and see a cloaked figure turn away, walking off, unsatisfied with his work.