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.

Staring at a paper folder before him, there was no change in Cain's face.

They gathered the bodies of the deceased and burnt them. Leaving them like that would allow their corpses to rot, attracting all sorts of horrors to them. As they currently didn't have the manpower to deal with something like that, it was best to just cremate the dead.

The casualties were terrible. Numerous Beastmen had been killed, almost fifty percent. The ones that survived were lucky. The people they had brought from the Western Island had been lucky enough to have been far away from where the attackers had targeted. As for the original team...

Staring at a corpse that had been mutilated beyond recognition, Cain almost forgot to breathe. The corpse held fast onto a tower shield that looked more like scrap metal than defensive equipment now.

Rage (1).