The Moon & the Night

They've escaped the Tutorial with a heavy cost. Classes are chosen, destinies written, and the story unfolds in arterial threads of never ending fulcrums, slips of breath in chests heaving loss and hope. War World is now the sandbox, the arena, and they must grow stronger, much stronger if they want to save that which they treasure more than life itself. A GrimDark LitRPG. Book 2 of Blood Brothers. "Roll with it Dom", the echo of Pop’s voice trembling in ear. "Bitch or Dance boy, time don’t wait on nobody." Definitely dance Pops. I thought of Doze as I slid to burgeoning sound of a bass line thrumming to my beat, flitting within range of the monstrous beast and those four arms, tight as a lover, tight as destiny as I rolled across its hips, its clawing arms breezing a sliver behind my form, my seax and it’s wintry flames caressing its flesh, around its back, the symphony of music and heavy slap of bass, four bar stroll carrying me within its embrace, my small axe and cold embers carvin