Demons_and_I

In the realms above, supernatural beings of unfathomable magnificence exist, far beyond mortal comprehension. These divinities wield unimaginable power, capable of obliterating worlds with a mere breath.

However, what unfolds when these gods meet their demise?

Set in a remote corner of the vast universe, long after the apocalyptic Thousand Millennium War of the Heavenly Beasts and Deities, this tale delves into a forgotten world. Here, the ashes of fallen gods descend upon an insignificant pebble, adrift amidst the cosmic tapestry of space and time. 

Their impact alters the life of a proud young man, who embraces the abrupt changes thrust upon his world. Refusing to yield to the clutches of fate and karma, he dares to defy the heavens themselves.

Will he triumph over an insurmountable destiny, or succumb to fate like gods of unimaginable might did before him?

The dreams of a deceased deity and the fate of a dying world hang precariously, hinged upon the future of this young man. He treads upon an endless bridge, forged from the corpses of the fallen.

Unlock this epic saga of death, sorrow, war, blood, love, vengeance, and triumph with your own eyes.




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God Ash: Remnants of the fallen.

Because the blade had embedded itself into the ground, it was going to be many times harder for him to pick it up. Not only was it very heavy, but it was also now stuck inside the ground.

'A sword in a stone... how ironic.' Cain inwardly felt the urge to kick at the wall behind him, but he controlled his emotions.

He took a deep breath, before looking around. Luckily for him, he hadn't made a ruckus, so he didn't attract any attention. Once he noticed that no one was looking, he made his move...

Only about half of the blade's length had disappeared into the ground, so there was still enough of the blade's length jutting out for him to comfortably grasp onto.

He took his left leg back by two steps, keeping his right forward, close to the place the blade had embedded itself. He then shifted all his weight onto his right foot and grabbed onto the hilt, tugging on it with all his might...

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