Bandit-Thug-Level-34

I'm writing a story called "Ink". This is the prologue. Prologue A word spoken from the native tongue of men has brought this world into very existence, not by the breath of a man but the immortality of his soul. His ideas have wretched upon a new reality in which all that once was but through choice removed the thought of what we knew and in hand forged a new perfect world no mortal man could comprehend. This ivory world was not carved by the sharp knife but rather painted by the godly ink on the tip. The benevolence of a new god spread and gave humanity the choice of who they were: what they wanted and what they saw in themselves. Not onl