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.

"That sword was made for me a long time ago by a skilled dwarven blacksmith. However, I outgrew it and decided to do away with it. Who would have thought I'd come across it once again in my life? Could this be fate?"

Cain grinned with bloodied teeth,

"What? Do you want your sword back? Here, take it!"

Cain's muscles tensed as he shifted all his weight to his back foot. Twisting his hips, he let the {Hand of Stingè} fly like a bullet. He didn't have any strong attachments to the sword, so he wasn't averse to letting it go. He had also thrown it mostly out of spite and his frustrations.

Fighting someone like Stingè was not just draining physically, but emotionally as well. It was different from when he faced beings like Og-solath and Lyx. Before the Primordial Devils, he felt like an ant. If they had wanted to kill him, it should have been as effortless as breathing.

Against beings like that, there was no reason to fight...

If I Die... (1).