Frostmoon’s Last Stand

It's been 17 days or maybe more since I am here. I am sure if the kingdom knew what I am going through here then they will definitely call me a legend of Fera. Though I am sure they don't know anything about the horror I have scene today. Well then let me narrate my own story, it might appear to all as exaggeration but well then I cannot help you.

It's my story, I am Gregory Fredrick Frostmoon, from Frostmoon clan of Leona, last of my name now. Though my family isn't a rich noble family but still I know that my family has some connections in the royal family as my great great grandfather Rickshaw Frostmoon had married the royal princess of Leona Royal family.

Well currently I am the only Frostmoon left. My family had prepared a long lineage of warriors but we bear a curse that if we kill even one more enemy than one thousand in battle then our heart starts to stop, leading to a cold fight.

Well enough of my past and my clan. Well after I am done with this damn plague, I will marry my beloved fiance Laura, though she is probably getting hit on by that old count Grainer, that bastard just doesn't know when to give up, in his seventies and still wants some young concubine.

Well let's talk about this place. I am currently fighting the plague to save our continent, Fera. This place is called Blood Desert, just red sand everywhere I see. When we had arrived here, we were around 10000, now we are just 70 people left.

Many perished in the red storms, while others fell to the creatures. We had never seen or heard of anything like them—fin-eared monsters with an insatiable thirst for blood.

I remember one of my men, underestimate them and the creature ate his head in just one attack. Their claws can even scratch through the iron shields given to us.

I think my subordinates just called me, let me go I will return in a few moments, bye my friends.

Well I am back after 7 hours, a correction now we are just one left, me only. Well it was a harsh fight, I killed many of those vile beasts with my axe and solar hammer, but they just don't die easily even my special ice bomb doesn't work well against them.

Well I will say this though that I killed around hundreds of them today, don't know what is out there in the world that can create such creatures, well for now, I can say that I have around an hour left as they will come back again.

During this time I will sharpen my axe, and after that I will take a quick nap. Sorry but it does look hopeless though I have no other choice.

Well I think it's my final entry. Goodbye, Laura, I will always love you. Goodbye, anyone who finds these words, tell my story well.

I finally closed this journal and asked my subordinate "Go, and take this to Leona, give this personally to Lord Alberto, tell him that a hero named Gregory Fredrick Frostmoon died here as he died while fighting against plague and his curse, and if someone stops you then just tell them that Lone Wolf, the right hand man of Lord Caine has sent you."

With that I turned toward the place where we buried the hero of Fera, atleast for me. My deepest regret is not being able to meet you and fight you. Guess it will be a mystery forever, as who would win between my Shadow Blade and your Frostmoon Blade.