Puresol

~No NTR/Yuri/Excessive Gore~

You've seen tons of stories about humans going to other fantasy worlds to journey through hardships and tribulations. Using whatever system, skills, tools, or whatever else to achieve greatness or infamy.

There are even piles of stories of angels, demons (succubi), goblins, skeletons, and even a necromancer or two.

But have you ever heard of the Beastworld?

A world entirely filled with beastkin of all different shapes, sizes, and genus from the most common ratkin to fantastical ones like the Moontide Phoenixkin.

Beastkin aren't the only inhabitants of this world, however. Ferocious and deadly Savage Beasts do not have the more humanoid body or intelligence that the beastkin have. But instead are terribly strong of body and still control an immense amount of the savage lands.

Journey alongside a young beastkin who from the moment of his imminent death, journeys this world as one of the few, if not the only weapon cultivator in the beastworld.

Cultivator in the Beastworld

Entirely focused on her soul mate, Embervesent gazed at the gentle expression on Noxtis as the gentle waters began to soak his clothing, the bandages covering his chest wound being slightly colored red as the blood from his wound seeped into the bandages with the introduction of the wet liquid.

An ethereal voice spoke and shook the room with a thunderous roar as if a holy decree from the very heavens themselves.

"ARISE"

Shadows billowed out as the previously crystal clear and pure waters were instantly blackened. The heavenly voice was all but gone as the shadows swept across the room and exploded outward. The force of their travel punched a hole through the room of the rock like a hot claw through butter.

Just like the hardened rock, the dark shadows pierced through the waters and traveled through the sky.

The Dark Waters (2)