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

The Night Fury suddenly burst forth with an intense light that blasted away the 'World of Shadows' returning the area to its previous state. However, with the blast of light and the explosion of the 'World of Shadows' the 'Lightning Domain' of Lightning Emperor Eneran shook and began to dissipate.

"What the hell are you doing Melisana? Can't you even hold back one young Legendary? My 'Lightning Domain' has already weakened so much!" shouted Eneran in anger.

Melisana, the Legendary Night Fury, rubbed her hand across her lips and noticed blood trickling from her mouth.

"Fuck, so what if she is young? She is a peak Legendary! How the hell did these two become so strong while so young!? I had no choice but to use my Legendary ability, otherwise I might be dead."

Eneran snorted, "Fine. Don't let that girl help Aleksandros. You need to hold her back for a little while longer."

"You should show a little more caution while facing an enemy!"

An end to fate (1)