Ebube_Uzoma

A diverse group of the human race survived a very terrible and catastrophic explosion that drove numerous creatures extinct, thereby leaving about ninety per cent of the earth inhabitable.
 The survivors found for themselves a duelling place in form of a valley surrounded by enormous mountains which summited the clouds.
The people lived together as one, but little did they realize that they were not alone. They never knew that there are other threats to take away their abode, other survivors who are on the quest to destroy them.
 What will be their fate, and who will be their hope and Messiah?
Hatred, jealousy, betrayal, and agony: these were the flames with which the heart of a warrior was forged. The protector of the realm.
 Will Zelta be able to protect and unite the Survivors? or will the ambitious enemies attack, causing darkness to spike the last survivable place on Earth, leaving it barren and uninhabitable? 
Read, and witness this enchanting journey to an ancient world, where the deeds of extraordinary beings would forever live again.


Actually, this is my first work here in webnovel. I did research and found out that female leading novels are not as preferred as the male leading ones. With that, I decided to put a lot of effort into the production of the book.

Please give it a try, and I bet you wouldn't regret it.

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survival of the survivors

On the contrary, the thought of being invincible and undying had momentarily eradicated her mind. Right now, all that was left ringing in her head was a simple survival code, but not in a good way.

Kill or be killed- this was the prime rule of the fight pit, more like the one she was in. She knew that her flaming opponent was specifically after her life. This wasn't malice, it was just a rule in a game, a game he was up to win. She was aware that the only way to win was to kill him. There was no shortcut to victory, other than the stain of blood.

Zain remained in the same spot, she didn't take a step. The man kept on moving slowly towards her, with a wicked smile on his face. When he reached the centre, she began moving along the side, with her eyes transfixed on him, studying and calculating his every movement.

Death flames