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 Army broke out of its fear and hurried away, they could not face the abomination that emerged and they therefore chose to flee with only the General chosing to stay along with the priest, priestess and a few others.

The Dark Faction had long since retreated their goal already met as the Village was already in flames and ruin. Corpses of man, monsters and other beings were loitered everywhere but no one paid them any attention for the living were trying to preserve their own lives.

Valmus approached the thirteen or so people who remained and chose to die trying to fight the Abomination. Inwardly he was cursing them for their actions after all he knew his deal with Chaos was one with apparent loopholes.

He had the God Vow to weaken the Abomination for him to kill, this meant that for anyone other than him fighting the abomination meant hardening the already herculean task. He therefore approached them hoping for their understanding.

Chapter 63: Battle Of Black Water X.Finale.