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 young female dragon approached her father with clear admiration and pride followed by her brother.

"Father, I can't wait to see you tear that monster up. This time we will surely be victorious!"

"Yes, we will finally take full control of the Steppes and grow strong enough that none can shake our rule. Maybe then we can even expand further and bring more dragons into our clan. Who knows father, perhaps it won't be long until you ascend to godhood and then you can create your own pantheon. One with only dragons!"

The Black Dragon King smiled at the enthusiasm his two youngest children showed.

"It isn't that simple, becoming a god is far more difficult than you can imagine. It could take thousands of years, especially for a dragon. I have already been at this step for several thousand years as it is. Well, I am not far. Anyway, enough of this talk. We still have some friends to entertain."

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