3_Sins_Studios

Life from birth has been nothing but hell. I lost my parents to some stupid aristocrats whom they offended. Executed for no good reason.

My relatives abandoned me and pushed me aside. They feared for their lives and left me and my sister to starve and wander the streets alone!

No, this is worse than hell!

I watched my sister die of starvation. Her lips were dry and her feet bloody. Her nails were broken and her fingers riddled with cuts. She struggled in my hands and after a few seconds of struggle she passed away. She seemed joyful in death so I prayed mine will come just as swift and merciful as hers.

So I stayed in the alleyway, alone with her rotten corpse awaiting my fate for God knows how long. I could see it already. The darkness encroaching from all sides

Everyone said death is scary but I say it's the end! Who needs life after death? What is the need for reincarnation?

Who would want to return to this crazy world?

"It's not yet time for you to go... You have one more task to accomplish as my host" A voice called out to me.

I could barely see or speak but how can I miss such a beautiful face? It was an extremely handsome man who gazed at me with tender eyes.

"Haven't I suffered enough? Can't I just rest?" I cried out. Why would I want to stay back in such a cruel world?

"Don't you want to avenge the death of your parents? Don't you want to become something greater? I can make that happen!" The beautiful man said with an alluring voice.

"You... Who are you?" I asked with an anxious heart.

My parents always said God is the only one who cares about me! Maybe in my final hours, he has come to save me.

"Call me Death..."

Paragon of Death

From the black whirlpool, four figures emerged. Sol stood in mid-air like an immovable mountain as he gazed at a familiar figure with squinted eyebrows. As soon as they were awakened they were instantly welcomed by the remaining members of the old god hosts and the two dragon hosts of fire and storm.


Sol and his group stood in mid-air, tightly surrounded by the enemy and their forces but they didn't seem bothered.


"If this battle should start, none of you will leave this place alive" Sol said with a heavy tone as if he was regretting what may happen next.


"All the pawns are gathered in one place, you will only make things easier for me" Sol added with a calm and emotionless look on his face.


He looked beneath but there was no more reaction from the whirlpool cashing him to frown. Once again he was completely amused by the efforts of the enemy, going as far as to find a way to delay the awakening of his comrades just in a bid to trap him.


Chapter 188: Retreating?