Magical

'Survive...Anasthasia' Keeps on repeating her mind. She found herself in the unknown future, will she be able to handle the tough adventure?

WPC Gold Tier winner: Am I Too Strong? 

Anasthasia, the last known Prismatic Legatee, discerned the legacy as nothing but a curse. She came a long way until she built her empire, the Prismatic Empire.

But things went far worse as she got caught from the flames of war.

After a decade of war, Anasthasia, the empress of one of the prominent empires and the strongest human ever recorded in the known history of this world, found herself in a dire situation.

Clinging to the one sliver of hope, Anasthasia soon trapped herself in eternal ice, but when the ice broke down, she found herself in an unknown place and era.

Anasthasia torn between her cursed legacy and the future of humanity; whatever the case, she must make her decision.

=======================================This is a long-term project of mine that would last up to 7 volumes. The first volume would be around 220 chapters. Please expect for the rest of the volumes. Have fun!

Thank you so much Emperor Sgui Sgui for the cover! As always, its very beautiful! If you want to know more, please reach out to her, (turtleboiii#4991) in discord!

Prismatic Sovereign's Legacy

All of them stumbled to the ground, and they all heaved from what transpired. Anasthasia gnashed her teeth as she pulled herself up from the cold marble tiles. Her eyes gazed back and forth to see the cluttered place—shelves disoriented, books sprawled all over the floor, and luckily, the artifacts that fell presumed to be in good shape.

She was disturbed by Lucy's desperate cries; she turned sideways only for her heart to shatter once more.

"Freidmirth! Freidmirth!" Lucy cried aloud, "Please! Please don't leave me! You can't die!" Her hands trembled but nudged him without rest.

Her nudges deemed futile as his colossal size cramped up to the ceiling; she was alarmed from the large fresh wound, with gallons of blood flowing out of him.

Lucy sniffed as her voice croaked; she was never aware of how soaked she was from his blood for all that happened.

Anasthasia trudged near them, and her hands reached towards Freidmirth.

A Tough Procedure