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

In the rucksack, Asher saw some dried food that could be eaten on journey, a water-skin and a few miscellaneous things like tinder, flint and cordage that one might need on the journey. It was a standard issue bag that almost every knight carried with them and it was quite durable too thus making it perfect for Asher.

"More than enough place to put the things I took." Asher muttered and stuffed all that he had gathered into the rucksack before taking some cordage from the rucksack.

He used the cordage and threaded it through the holes in the metal plate. It was the memento of his mother and he wished to keep it close.

He then hung the metal plate on his neck, keeping it secured.

"This should hold well." Asher touched the metal plate, reminiscing a few old memories.

He quickly returned to the task at hand and worked on finishing up on the packing.

Longing And Departure