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>The entire front line of the Dragon King's army began to waver as the terrifying wraiths approached. Their screams had already shaken the Barbarians and even the Dragonmen grew fearful. The Dragon King sensed the approach of the wraiths and once more roared ferociously. He finally appeared, transforming into an enormous dragon and exploding into the skies with great power. </p>

<p>However, the soundwaves from his roar passed through the wraiths as they were immaterial and even the Dragon King's aura of power which swept the area was ineffective. The wraiths soon descended upon the hapless Barbarian warriors and Dragonmen, reaping their souls. Their bodies did not turn into husks. They only went limp, dropping to the ground like dominos carefully placed in a line. Several thousand Barbarian warriors and Dragonmen had their lives snuffed just like that. This was only the beginning of the horror though.</p>

The world is mine (3)