Anone

Divyat like most people born into his era was ordinary, he was destined for nothing more than mediocrity. yet he wished for so much more than what his life could offer him. 

With an unattributed spirit root, there was only so much he could achieve on the road of cultivation, yet it was a road he was more than willing to walk on, crawling every inch of the way to get the power he craved, even if his end seemed predetermined and limited.

Then one day tragedy struck, the sect and the family that he loves and loved him back in return was attacked and awash in flames before the dawning of a new day. In his bid for survival Divyat ended up accidentally Killing a nature spirit, one responsible for the balance of winter and wind, absorbing it's power and becoming a new avatar of nature, a mortal deity in and out of itself with power over elements.

But a boon as good as this, is not worth anything without your loved ones to share it with, so instead Divyat will use it to get his revenge and should anyone get in his way, he will freeze them to cinders, because when a man's heart has gotten cold enough; even the world itself will burn from it. 

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Legend Of Legends: The Bandit King

Divyat stomped his foot on the ground as the wind sylphs that now lived within him appeared, increasing his speed as he grabbed Kane and moved the werewolf out of the way of a lobbed fireball.

Yana reacted almost instantaneously by lobbing one of her axes in the direction the fireball came from, causing a splatter of blood to appear in midair as the power from the orc's princess wings exposed the hidden enemy and carried their bloodied body backwards to get stuck against a tree.

The rest of them were already in motion as multiple Qi signatures appeared, all of them attempting to ambush Divyat and his group. But the human leader of this group of demons and demi humans was anything if not prepared for the worst.

Remus was the next person to react as the alchemist dog man pulled out a flask of swirling black liquids that he proceeded to smash on the ground as a thick smog of noxious fumes spread out.

057: Ambush!