Mohoti

What would a man from a world of Immortals, Mythical Beasts and Mystical abilities do when his memories resurface in a mundane world? 
Weighed by the morals and rules of the said world they fall into utter boredom that leads them to a path of solace.
Sam chose the Solace of Games and by luck a game that mirroed reality came to be.
But before the Game could even start a plethora of reasons made him play with intense vigor.
For the World Of Vestia was waiting for his Epics to be sang.

[A/N: Author here, your Golden Tickets and Power stones are much appreciated. I'll try to make your contributions more worthwhile.]

The Epics Of Vestia

The Western part had a baleful atmosphere, before the foes had arrived the vanguards had already felt the chilling entities that were marching towards them.

From the distance they could hear the howls, roars and screeches of their foes and it was as frightening as it could be.

The Natives and Players were covered in holy mana courtesy of the priests and clerics of the church after all their enemies were as unholy as they could be.

They were running at harrowing speeds and in less than a few minutes the Vanguards would clash with the monstrosities.

This war with the Dark Faction had initially been my hope, to bridge the gap between me and those prideful guild members while also chasing the currently unranked strongest player Valmus.

But alas my luck wasn't all that great, to start things off we weren't given any directives by yhe Npc's mearly told to support them to the best of our abilities.

Chapter 56: Battle Of Black Water III