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

Despite the Army's relentless attack, the Northern part was the first to fall the monsters overwhelmed those stationed north forcing them to retreat for their own safety.

Their retreat ushered in the fall of the North, the walls fell, followed the unlucky villagers who had yet to vacate purely out of their own stubbornness and unwillingness to leave.

Swiftly afterwards the eastern part fell, overrun by demons and overwhelmed by the thick and potent Anima which was slowly but surely influencing a majority. It wouldn't be a surprise of a native suddenly turned into a demon spawn.

The Western part soon followed with the Vampire Duke overwhelming the army and turning them into his private banquet, he turned a few into Vampires and added to his forces.

He walked gracefully into the village following the scent of blood, the sound of shrill screams and the lingering aura of death.

Chapter 59: Battle Of Black Water VI