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The story of Dead Knight

Here is how everything in the Dead Knight world began.

Ah, so thee hast awakened.

Cannot remember anything, can thee?

Fret not! Thee will soon get familiar with it.

Not every resurrected man can remember how or when they die.

Got naught to seye? Ye lad is not talkative type, huh?

How about me telling ye a story, just to kill time before sunrise?

No objection? Good! I already taken a liking to ye.

Ever wonder why ye are here? And ye can recall naught when ye wake up?

Everything hath its own reason.

This is the story passing through generations of my family. From my great grandfather to my grandfather, and then from my father to me.

Once, this land was not as it is today but a small, peaceful kingdom called Vela.

The Kingdom was ruled under the hand of King Allan’s bloodline, developed both in technology as well as in soul-related magic.

However, all of this couldn’t save Vela from the neighboring kingdom — Sennok — launching an all-out war, gradually wreaking havoc and taking over each city until only the royal capital was left free from the enemy.

Facing this tragedy, King Allan XII, in desperation, made a terrible decision. His Majesty intended to use the Soulbane sword to break the orb that seals Alvyn’s soul — an archdemon with brutal destructive power who was once restrained by the first king Doran — in order to free him.

Fearing His Majesty’s decision could bring disaster to Vela, one of his courtiers swapped the Soulbane for the Demonbane sword to disrupt the ritual.

When the Demonbane pierced the orb, it not only broke the seal, but eek tore Alvyn’s soul apart.

However, something unexpected happened. From the fragments of the orb, a black mist bygan to emanate. It crept to every corner of the royal capital, then spread to the whole kingdom. Anyone who touched the black mist fell and met their end. The Scourge this incident is called.

Thee young lad might think it was the end, but it was not. The black mist turned everyone who touched it into the Undead — a cursed creature only mentioned in the ancient books of wizards. Undead is a race that steps outside the circle of life and death, unable to be subdued by death. No matter how many times an Undead is destroyed, he will respawn again.

Nevertheless, it is not a blessing miracle, but the scariest curse.

Unlike a phoenix rising from the fire to return to its glorious form, the Undead, when resurrected for the first times, still retain their consciousness. However, after each death and resurrection, their consciousness will become weaker and weaker, until they can no longer hold themselves, wandering aimlessly and attacking any living thing they discover in madness.

Undead is not the only thing roaming around this kingdom. Something much more horrible, dreadful came too after the Scourge. The Sinners they are called. The children of Alvin — born from his soul shards, the demons that crashed this kingdom to the ground, until only its ruins last as thee see as it is. Oh! Thee must see them wrecking a whole village with just one swing, feeding themselves on their victim’s blood and flesh. And thee may realize thee are actually in Hell. Yes, indeed! We are birds trapped in a cage, waiting for such foul creatures to slaughter us.

But thee are not mad, aren’t ye? Maybe thee don’t die too many times, or there’s something to keep thy sanity from vanishing. If thee still hast something to do, it will keep ye away from hollowing inside. I myself, too. Ah! Why am I telling ye this? Thee are just a stranger accidentally crossing my path. But thee hast my blessing wish. Just stay safe and sound, and do naught stupid.

Oh, and one more thing. I saw fire in thy eyes when thee heard of the Sinner. Might I share with ye this? It might be nonsense at first, but might not be for naught. An old hag once told me this, “Living in the rotten flesh of Undead is a curse, and this curse will haunt the cursed until the end of this world. Only when the Sinners are put to rest, will this sin be cleansed.”

Ah! But it’s just mere seying from an old hag. Keep it not in thy mind. Thee aren’t the first to learn of this about the Sinners, and I’m not willing to collect thy dust with my own hands.

Thee’re leaving now? Then I bid ye farewell. Maybe one day, our paths will cross again. Who knows? And I hope thee may keep thy sanity as thee are tonight.

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