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

Looking at his left hand Asher had a thought.

"I should conserve this… I don't know if the magic will last more than one use." Asher muttered to himself and tried to deactivate the spell.

The process didn't come quick to him though as it was a bit different than the activation. It didn't seem as easy as just turning off a switch. Asher first had to sense the fire itself and the invisible link that it had with his body.

Once he managed to properly sense the link he only took a few seconds before he finally managed to snuff out the flames. The feeling of heat returned to his shoulders and then back into his abdomen where it calmed down.

This allowed Asher to understand another fact.

'That heat is actually mana.' Asher was now sure of it.

The feeling of Mana and Miasma felt different to him, and he wasn't sure if Mana was meant to feel like that.

Basic Control