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>"Hello, I am Namrud. Nice to meet you." Namrud said with some stiffness as he held his hand out rigidly.</p>

<p>A stern looking man with a deep scar running down his cheek took Namrud's hand in his. He was obviously a grizzled veteran of many adventures and his stern expression belied a man of great experience and a discerning eye. The man was tall for a human at a height of six feet and three inches. The average height for humans on this continent was around five foot seven, so this man was well above the average height.  </p>

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