Zinvul Variance is a young legionnaire who is an A-list warrior in the proud kingdom of Chamenos. In a world mastered with cherub swords, he gained the title as the scorch master. His life went through a ridiculous training as a legionnaire for the sole purpose of destroying the villainy kingdom of Paradeiso.
The day has come when he encounters the Paradeisian legionnaires in the middle of a lone dying desert. As he clashes with them in an expected bloodshed . . . an unexpected revelation of truth unveils.

Kings of King

IT’S ALL DARK-SOME. Is this death? I thought that when you die, it’s judgment already—heaven or hell. But what is this half-light that I can see? Though there’s really nothing on sight aside from this darkness. Maybe this is a dang death, as no one could ever told what death is unless they have come back to life. 


 I’m beginning to hear voices. Are they dead people too? But wait . . . I’m still breathing. Yes, I am! It makes me conscious of breathing, it made me struggle to breath. I begin to catch my breath. Air is struggling to come inside my lungs. Maybe this time I’m really gonna die from being out of breath. 


SURRENDER AND YOU SHALL LIVE