Keriv136

"Gods? Magic? Fantasy? Nonsense."

An-Namrud never cared for any of those things. All that mattered was his work. The Tower of Babel. 

This would prove it to everyone... that gods do not exist.

Until one day, it all came crashing down. His world destroyed, and his soul trapped in a never ending cycle of reincarnation.

After countless cycles, he finally escaped with only the thoughts of revenge against those who had cursed him with this fate.

Been away for a long time, but I am trying to make a come back to writing. Please be patient and continue to support me as I start writing again. I will try to update at least 1 chapter a week for now with more if I can.

Empire of Souls

Grobak was completely calm and was even somewhat amused at their angry expressions and vicious words. 


The oldest of the chieftains, who was the most powerful subordinate under the chieftain of the Harkul, eyed Grobak carefully. He hadn't said anything, but was instead considering what Grobak's intentions could be. He was a powerful Master class being, much like Grobak, except he had been a Master class being for a long time and had significant experience. He quickly sensed the area and found no traces of any of the auras of the warriors which had been stationed as guards outside the command tent. He grew more alarmed.


"The guards, did you kill them?" He finally asked.


"Oh, the Orcs outside? Hehe, nope." Grobak replied with nonchalance. 


Taking charge (2)