Grand_Void_Daoist

Slave… 

Trash… 

Unwanted…

Hundreds of words had been hurled at Asher in his short life. He was greatly familiar with them and knew to ignore them for his own worth. His mother had told him find the good in people and look past their masks. 

But even a saint had a limit. And when Asher hit his limit, he also hit the limit of the overseer. 

Getting banished from his mine, Asher was left jobless and also became target of denigration. 

But when the demons poured out from the earth, and invaded his world, what was Asher to do? 

Especially when even the divine immortals, the most sacred and holy, deemed him as a heretic; Asher had little to do other than run. 

How could someone rejected and hated by all survive in the harsh Three Fold World?

Only by overcoming all odds and eradicating those that opposed him would Asher rise to the top of the world. 

Humans, Demons, and Immortals... All shall kneel before the Empyrean of the Three Fold World

Three Fold World

Beryl's chant triggered something inside the tent, as several cutting sounds were heard.

Asher couldn't see the scene of horror inside the tent.

Tens of spikes rose from the ground and pierced through all that was present in the room. Whether it be wood, metal or flesh, it was all the same to it. The spikes were red in color, the same as the Miasma. And yet, the sharpness they showed was no less than that of fine blades.

The mages inside had no chance to even utter a cry, as their lives were ended. All the magic they had learned, the wealth they had earned and the respect they commanded was useless in the face of death.

With that done, Beryl took a deep breath and shook slightly.

"Are you okay?" Asher asked in concern upon seeing that.

"I'm fine." Beryl replied. 'That took more Miasma than I expected… I barely have a quarter of it left now.' He thought to himself.

Dead Mages