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.

If he panicked now, he might as well have slit his own neck with the blade.

Instead of mindlessly devouring the mana, he has to slow it down, then carefully channel it into his {Mana Furnace}, and allow it to enter into his spirit.

At the same time, he couldn't take more than his spirit could bear. The moment he did, he would be damning himself to a fate worse than a physical death.

He felt every strand of energy, every pulse of raw power. It was like balancing on the edge of a blade—one misstep and he would be overwhelmed, lost to the endless hunger.

Beside him, Susan was pale, sweat dripping down her forehead. Her hands trembled, but her breathing was controlled. She was holding on— albeit barely. Golden cracks ran across her beautiful face, making it seem all the more divine.

Satisfaction (1).