Mocking Phoenix

At dawn.

The light of dawn lingered, hesitant to arrive, while the remnants of the setting sun had long faded into darkness. Within the city shrouded in thin mist, the hidden churches in the shadows, veins clinging to the cracks in walls, the gnawing sounds echoing from the sewers, and the murmuring shadows...

A lantern bearer strolled forward.

Mythology Rebooted

Wayne beat his three pairs of green wings and from afar saw the Bart Manor's skies dark and dismal, enveloped in an ominous aura, snuffing out the last flicker of hope in his heart.


The Evil God had completed his descent.


The Evil God floated midair, flaunting dragon wings with casual flair as he traveled through the sky at blistering speeds, making Wayne's effort seem several times more strained.


As memories of being pinned to the ground flooded back, a malicious fire welled up in the Evil God, but at this moment, he no longer saw Wayne as a concern. Unclaimed faith awaited his harvest, and...


The laws of Death indeed presented a thorny problem, constraining his Blood Law in a sense.


Domination loomed before him; vengeance did not need to be rushed.


The Evil God gritted his teeth. The pressing matter was to usurp the name of the Sea God and envelop the ownerless faith under his command.


Chapter 100 Ancient God