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"Did I get reincarnated as... A HARPY?!"

After having lived a life full of anguish, betrayal and the constant pressures of having to make his parents proud, 17 year old Simon Cavil found himself at death's door after being accidentally run over by a Truck. 

His blurry and lifeless eyes gazed into the skies and he saw birds flying freely in the skies above him and felt envious of their freedom.
Under his dying breath he muttered: "I wish I was as free as those birds."

And just like that his wish was granted, and he now found himself in a perilous fantasy world where he must either adapt or perish!

Sovereign Of The Skies

Berkah cracked his knuckles before wearing a pair of leather gloves, a faint crackling of static fizzing off around his fingertips as he drew a knife from the array beside him.

The blade glinted in the chilly, antiseptic light of the room, its cutting surface a perfect complement to the drawn-out, agonizing fate in store for Lark.

"Since you'll be to staying here for all eternity, I figured you might be interested in knowing what exactly I'm about to do to you..."

"I'll tell you in the form a history lecture."

"Well... Not of this world, but it's history nonetheless."

Berkah mentioned, speaking calmly and almost chattily, as he tracked the edge of the blade across Lark's nude back, causing him shivers.

The man, Lark, lurched so severely that he twitched, his stifled shouts peaking towards madness against the muzzle.

"The Blood Eagle..."

Blood Eagle (3)