Prologue

Vacuo. The hottest place on Remnant. The place, where anyone who survived there, is welcomed. It's a wasteland, where you can find death, life or money, the desert contains abandoned SDC mining facility's. This region isn't the place for unprepared person... But He was not one of them. He's the person, who can survive anything in everywhere, but he isn't on some road trip, he got a mission to succeed.

The village of leather tents was attacked by grimm horde. Boarbartusks and Beowulf were killing villagers, who were running for their lifes, and who were trying to defend themselves. They didn't succeed. But as the last group of villagers was pinned, and boarbartusks with beowulfs were ready to kill them, something stopped them. The beasts were falling down, on the sand, without heads, limbs, or without half of the body. The massive sword did that, reddened with blood and gore, but as everything ends, gore was turned to ash, with the corpses of grimm. The villagers saw this brutal display, happy, because someone came for their cries of help. The figure, with the huge sword turned around to face the villagers. They screamed in shock, terror and surprise.

The figure stopped on the end of the Vale's forest, and the start of desert. His gaze met another village, who were fighting with grimm. He hates them... Hates them so much. He is coming, and he has massacre to start.

To be continued.

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