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

Aleks's body rose higher and higher until he was at the same level of height as the Dragon King. His tendrils continued to grow and extend, hundreds of them coiling and writhing from out of his body. They originated from him, but were not attachments or a change in his shape or form. They were created entirely of spiritual power, directly from the soul. This did not in any way detract from their terrifying image. Even though Aleks was miniscule compared to the monstrous size of the Dragon King, his tendrils more than made up for it. If anything, the Dragon King was far more frightened by this tiny person than anyone he had ever faced.


"I can see you won't be convinced until I thrash you around a bit. You will bow before me, of that I am certain."


Dragon King (5)