Tip tap. Tip tap. Tip tap.
Broken, concrete walls. Made to withstand nature, but not strong enough to survive mankind. Then again, even mankind is not strong enough to survive mankind. All that remained of them in that place was ash and dust.
Eventually, a small group of people enter this stone ruin, their eyes weary and their feet unsteady. Despite the call of the void, they keep walking, searching, surviving. They know not if anyone survived, but they hold on to that impossible hope nonetheless. Eventually, they prepare to move on, certain that nothing of note remains. Very quickly, they are corrected.
"Avem, I've found someone. It looks like they have a pulse. What should we do?"
"Bring them with us. We can't expect them to survive out here." A hooded figure gently takes the sleeping person from Alex, and carries them on their back.
"Let's go. There's nothing left for us to find here." And with that, the group sets off again. Walking wherever the wind takes them. Searching for any trace of survivors. And for themselves and the ones they've left behind? Surviving.
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Spell War
FantasyA ragtag group of adventurers find a teenager, unconscious and alone in a town destroyed by war. Taking her with them, they set off in search of a new home, with only one goal: Survive.
