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

Valmus dreamt of a boundless midnight blue sky, it had no stars but a single moon still graced it.

Beneath them, a large continent floated above the mass of dark waters, laid on the backdrop of velvety darkness like a beautiful mosaic. Some parts of the Continent were verdant and green, some were desolate and empty, and some were covered by ancient ruins, the weathered stones overgrown by moss.

The Continent was littered with many natural features be it the jagged and lonesome mountains whose peaks divided the Coast from the Central, the table plateaus with flat tops and rocky topography.

Low plains littered with broken boulders, or forests where beasts roamed and other nocturnal beings. In the center of the Continent, an ugly crater gaped, a vast tear in space where nothing but emptiness remained.

Chapter 140: First Nightmare I