Lord_of_sleep

"Call me God and I will treat you as a benevolent servant worthy of blessings. Say I am the Devil and I will drench your world in blood and despair." 

These were the words spoken by Sir Mouse as a thousand enemies surrounded him.

From his youth he could only look up to the heavens, but just as all his enemies before, It is now under his feet quivering.

If so be the case, why would he care what The Gods' Decree?

Gods or Devils it matters not. As they too will have to call him by the only name they dare to utter, Sir Mouse.

His path is to be one that is unhindered by any shackles and he intend to keep it that way.

Will you join him on this journey to becoming the existence who is forbidden?

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The Gods' Decree

As the Grand Elder spoke she witnessed Taf summon the charcoal black Warhammer to his hands. His muscles bulged and with determination in his eyes he uttered...,

Around his being something peculiar unfolded as all the crumbled rubble started to float of their own volition.

This startled the grand elder who knew for a fact this was not due to the activation of the earth element.

Her curiosity became even more piqued when she saw the previous Warhammer that had caused Taf to struggle no longer hampered him but was now like a feather in his hand.

His iron sheen visibly disappeared as he called out once more,

🌟Elemental Art(Fire)Embodiment🌟

His body combusted into a searing heat. The heat was so intense a tree exploding into flames sending white smoke into the star-filled skies. Soon the black charcoal Warhammer became shrouded in red torrent sparks.

Like A Feather In The Wind