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

Having calmed down and realizing he could not escape the tendrils wrapped around him, the Dragon King seriously considered Aleks's words.

"How can I be sure that you will actually do what you say? Ascension is not a joking matter and the gods won't make it easy for anyone to join their ranks."

Aleks flew close and hovered just before the Dragon King's head. He wasn't far away from his snout.

"You can't be sure, but you should understand that my words are never said in jest. I will do what I say, for that is my pride. It is the hubris of a man who shall one day be a god."

The Dragon King snorted, steam coming out of his nose and he seemed to wither as his strength left him. With a deep sigh, the Dragon finally said after several moments of silence, "I… submit.."

"Swear it. Swear it on your soul!"

Aleks's mask glowed brightly and he held his hand outwards to touch the Dragon King's head.

Submission (1)