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

Well the good news was that the Shadow spawn army did have a plan, the bad news was however, Valmus couldn't understand a word they were saying.

He was walking into a war blind, he had no way of making plans to capitalize on the war.

Worst of all the scales of the said fight were above his current threshold, he could sense the ranks of the shadow army and the stone army and they was no shortage of dormant, awakened, ascended and transcendent beings.

For the first time in a long time he was reduced to cannon fodder after all with those kinds of ranks he couldn't see himself surviving unless he hid, hiding was however not an option since...

Chapter 146: First Nightmare VII