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

Asher couldn't tell the mercenaries the truth about his magic.

He couldn't tell them that he hadn't 'learned' to control his magic better, but that he had just 'recharged' the energy needed to use it.

The Soul Rending Claws needed the white wisps that would only be obtained by killing. It was a rather grim condition, that was best not to be revealed. Not to mention, it could also be considered as a weakness for Asher.

If someone who was against Asher or his foes found out, they could exploit this limitation and attack him at a vulnerable moment when he was unable to use the Soul Rending Claws. This much was something that Asher had already thought about once he learned about the restrictions to his Sorcery.

"You really improved your control?" Misha asked feeling surprised. "That was… fast." She muttered knowing how long it took for most mages to improve their magic control.

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