A battlefield in the forest of the dead.

Those that dare to venture through or to the forest of the dead might stumble upon a spectacular sight.

A single man sits ontop of a pile of corpses on a small hill in the valley of the forest. He idly smokes a cigar through his skull mask, his armor is coloured red from the blood of countless undead, his blade sticks in the corpse next to him and he rests his palm onto it.

Around this hill lie several hundreds of dead bodies. They all bare the wounds of one sword, the one that resides in the mans palm.  The crows feast onto the dead bodies that no longer walk. Only them might have observed how the man slew this army of deadmen.

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