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 scent of blood was intoxicating...

And it was the only thing Cain could sense at the moment.

He could still see what was around him with vivid clarity. However, everything was enveloped by a crimson haze.

The {Argent Amphithere} that was falling towards the ground, twisted its long body midair and lunged right back at him.

In response, Cain shot forward as well, with nothing but the void behind him as a foothold.

Right now, some might say that he was flying.

However, what he was doing was rather different from what could be considered conventional flight.

Because he wasn't manipulating the air around him to propel him forward or anything like that. It was something far more mysterious.

The crimson haze were like tiny tongues of flames that licked at him, but they brought him no discomfort. They instead, were warm and fuzzy.

Crimson Haze.