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

"Who are you and why you are interfering in this?" asked Nelay in a cold and murderous voice.

She was in a deadlock with the fully covered woman who had just entered the fray. Each held two daggers in their hands and they were currently interlocked with each other. It was clear that they were evenly matched.

"I am the Legendary Night Fury, as for why I am interfering, isn't that already obvious?" replied the Night Fury in an equally cold and murderous voice.

"All enemies of my master must die!" hissed Nelay as the two went all out against each other.

Cursed fate (2)