In Forza Kingdom, on the outskirts of Glory city.
There was a village named Forsaken. And like its name, it was forsaken by everyone.
The population there was very small. The reason for that was no pure water to drink. Very less food sources.
Its lands or fields were rough and definitely not suited for harvesting.
There were no jobs for people there as well.
Though, it was not always like this. Ten years ago, this village was flourishing with peaceful lives and environment.
But just after the Blood Fest war ended, the bad days of this village started.
The residents began to die from illness, they were all getting skinnier by each passing day.
The gardens, fields were rotting. Animals were dying of hunger. The village had become a tombstone. A graveyard.
Before, the villagers were making money by selling crops but since it all became rotten, money stopped flowing and poverty came back.
And as time went on, the village became worse. Even worse than the slums.
All the people left it as they didn’t want to die.
The village’s Chief complained about it to the Count of the Glory city but no action was taken. The Count shrugged it as just bad climate and environment.
All the villagers were forced to move to the slums of Glory city and the Forsaken village was forsaken for good.
But after one month, the people of Glory city started getting ill. They were getting skinnier.
And when this news reached the Count, he figured they were the same symptoms the Chief of the village told him about.
The Count went outside the city to examine the Village, but he didn’t have to go too far. Because he already figured the Village was really the problem.
Around the whole village, around the whole area of the village and some part of the Glory city as well, white mist was gathered.
It was hard to see beyond the mist and the Count didn’t dare to venture into the unknown.
The mist wasn’t there for all these years, or maybe it was. He didn’t notice it. He didn’t care about the Village that much to take this seriously.
But now, he really thinks there was a problem. The arrival of the mist wasn’t normal.
This had just become a serious matter and the Count decided to transfer this matter to the more powerful people.
He relayed this to the Duke of the city, the Duke then relayed this to the five high Dukes and the five high Dukes finally told this to the King of the Kingdom. Damascus Maverick.
The King heard the news and he instantly called the Count and the village’s Chief in his presence.
The village Chief saw the chance and he complained about the Count.
He said, "I told him many days before about this but he didn’t pay heed to my words. And now we have a bigger issue than that. It’s all because of him."
The King told the Chief he would deal with the Count later and asked him about the Village.
The Chief told everything to the King and the King heard with great attention and patience.
After hearing the full thing, the King sent the Chief away.
Then he ordered one of the high Dukes.
"Send your best soldiers inside the village. Tell them to see the problem and the source of the mist. And also," The King looked at the Count.
"Send this Count with them as well."
The High Duke acted right away on the King’s order and the next day, ten soldiers and the Count were ready to venture into the Village.
The soldiers were strong as they were personally selected by the High Dukes for the King’s army and the Count was strong as well.
All eleven men were sent to the village and they all had Receivers with them.
They were supposed to relay the problem to the High Dukes as soon as they found it.
One day went away. No reply came.
Two days went by. No reply came.
Three days went by. No reply came.
The High dukes were tense. Even the King was in tension.
The Village was not that big so it shouldn’t take so long to examine it. What was taking the soldiers so long?
Many people of Glory city were falling ill one by one. They weren’t dying but they were suffering. All of them were turning skinny. They were slowly losing their life.
The hospitals were getting filled up and they were running out of ways to keep the people alive. It was a pandemic.
Still, they decided to give the soldiers a little more time for four more days. They would make their next move if they didn’t receive anything from the soldiers.
Fifth day went away. Nothing came.
Sixth day was the same.
But on the seventh day, the High Duke’s Receiver finally got a call.
He instantly picked it up.
"What is going on there? Hardy, Tony. Anyone? Give me an answer!" The high Duke shouted.
"Everything is fucked up here, sir. I am the only one alive. The other ten died. I am calling from underground. They will kill us all. They will destroy this Kingdom."
"What? Tell me clearly. What is going on there exactly?"
"There is something called… No! Don’t take me! They are here! Sir! Help! It is not the job of the soldiers! Sir, this is for the military! This is a Black Rank Assignment, sir! Call them!"
KLICK!
The call got cut and all the High Dukes looked at the King.
The King heard everything and he was silent.
No one disturbed him as well.
But just after five seconds, the King spoke.
"There is no point in thinking. Those soldiers were strong and yet they all died. It’s just like he said. Prepare a Black rank assignment and send it to the Military."
The High Dukes nodded.
"The military must be doing their annual tests for the new candidates. What if one of the candidates chose this as their assignment?" One of the high Dukes asked.
"Then we just have to hope that…"
The King watched the white mist in the sky and finished saying…
"That Candidate Deals well with Death."
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