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

In the Dark Elven command tent beneath the shadow of the slumbering gigantic Broodmother, five beautiful and exotic looking Dark Elven women sat smugly across from Matron Akasha. These were the five Matriarchs who had accompanied the Spider Queen in her advance into the Steppes. Not all the Matriarchs were present, but these were the more hawkish of the Matriarchs and reveled in conquest and battle. Their greed for more wealth, slaves, and land was well known.

"Matriarchs, I see you have finally deigned to grace me with your presence. Let me remind you that our goddess is watching and she sees your failure!"

One of the Dark Elven Matriarchs who was releasing a powerful aura of a Legendary being laughed in a pleasant and alluring voice, "Do not threaten us with the goddess's displeasure, we are all her loyal and faithful servants. We worship her just as you do."

Legendary battle (1)