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 soared above the clouds, his wings made of an intricate web of 'Soul Tendrils' extended on full display. He looked like an angelic death god with tendrils whipping all around his body and that expressionless golden mask which gave him an eerie vibe. He was like an inconsequential and insignificant bug in size when compared to that of the Dragon King. Despite his size and frail appearance when compared to that of a dragon, he rebuffed all attacks that the Dragon King threw at him. </p>

Battle for supremacy (2)