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

After everyone left, only Aleks and Brock remained in the tent. Aleks was still carefreely lounging on his throne while Brock bowed his head.

"Young master, thank you for granting me this audience."

Brock was polite, but there was some hesitation in his voice and actions. He had been eagerly awaiting this chance to speak with his young master, but when the time came, he wasn't so sure he wanted it now.

"Brock." Aleks acknowledged him simply.

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