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

Walking up to a heavily guarded door, an extremely thin dress floated lightly over the tiled floor as the ethereal figure floated across. The two moon-masked guards noticed the approaching figure and immediately kneeled on the ground in quiet reverence as their gaze lowered to the floor. Their spearheads still grasped in their hands, always ready even when their goddess was in their presence.

Nodding to the two guards, the ethereal silver-dressed goddess passed by them and waved her hand briefly to unlock the barrier upon the door and entered swiftly after that.

The door closed behind the moonlight goddess and the silvery barrier once again turned back on and shimmered only slightly before turning invisible once more. The moon-masked guards returned to their silent vigil, their hearts always steady and their eyes always ready to view any threat seen or unseen.

Moonlight and Shadows