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.

The dream was fleeting and hard to grasp, but the details that stuck left a lasting impact on him.

Within the dream, he took on the role of an observer, watching everything happening like reading a story unfold. At first, there was only a dark, unsettling void, and then, an explosion of light...

Streaks of light streamed past him and before he knew it, his consciousness was standing in the midst of the remnants of a great battlefield. The sky was ashen grey, and rivers of golden blood flowed from the corpses that littered the expanse of the battlefield toward a man sitting on the corpse of a terrifying beast.

He was extremely handsome and looked as though he had been carved and sculpted by the heavens themselves. His eyes were as calm as tranquil sales, yet as boundless and scary as the mightiest oceans.

Dream.