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 turned his head slightly and peeked at Lariel from the corner of the eye socket of his mask. He couldn't resist glancing at her as he listened to her speak. He hadn't had much time as of late to converse with her. They were both extremely busy, her with the matters of running a nation, and him with analysing the Laws he was familiar with as well as the data provided by Babel. This also included his plans for the future and preparations for his avatar.</p>

Gifts from beyond (4)