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

After a well deserved sleep Valmus woke up feeling refreshed, and by his good luck he hadn't been attacked while unconscious.

His back had also surprisingly healed as the wound had already regenerated enough for a black layer of dried blood to cover the former open wound.

The shadows were merrily dancing around his body like exited children visiting an amusement park.

'They are young shadows, the old ones would never be as carefree.' He noted somehow able to tell the age of the shadows.

He steeped out of his cave to assess the situation only to be baffled in awe and a tinge of fear.

Right before his humble abode, were two nightmare creatures, bloodied and bruised they were both on their last legs with only one last clash left to decide the victor.

Chapter 144: First Nightmare V