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

<p>Aleks wished to quickly depart with his new army and locate the Dragonmen and their Dragon overlords to face them in a final showdown. However, he realized that they couldn't leave immediately. They had gained hundreds of thousands of new warriors and many slaves. These warriors needed to be properly organized, trained, and a chain of command created to manage this new army. Aleks saw these people as his now, and he wouldn't lead them into battle only to lose miserably. The Dragonmen were extremely formidable and there would certainly be many more Dragons present this time around.</p>

<p>This didn't cause Aleks to feel fear or concern, but he couldn't be careless. There was also the matter of logistics which would need to be considered. It wasn't a simple matter to organize so many on such a short notice. He especially wished to have Lariel's aid in this matter. She was meticulous and an excellent strategist, but he was also concerned with her physical and mental wellbeing.</p>

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