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

Misha would then store the herbs and flowers she picked in a satchel on the other side of her waist and continue on. She did this many times but Jon and Michael didn't pay any attention to it.

It was clear that they were used to this and she had been doing this on most missions.

'Are they perhaps medicinal herbs?' Asher wondered but didn't ask since the woman was not exactly a talkative person.

The group walked for nearly an hour without any issues before they encountered their first obstacle.

"Pause." Jon said, holding up his hand.

"Mmm, Beast Tracks." Michael knelt next to the tracks and observed them properly.

The tracks were about three inches wide each and belonged to a four legged beast. They didn't seem to be shaped like a canine or feline beast though. And neither did they seem like they belonged to a beast with hooves.

The Dagger Tail Red Hawk