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' first experience with the Spell wasn't as eventful as he hoped, it even gave him the chills whenever he thought back to it.

This time, he wasn't expecting to land on solid ground, if he couldn't on the first what hope was there to expect it in his second? That and because the Forgotten shores were majorly water filled depending on the time.

After the Spell whispered into his ear, Valmus found himself blind and cold a not so new experience.

This time he was calmer than before, he didn't try to scream lest he swallowed mouthfuls of water, he let his body drift as he fell into the embrace of the shadows.

He didn't bother himself to swim not because he didn't know how to but because je thought it was unnecessary.

With his shadow perception, the darkness of the seas didn't hinder hik as much as any normal person would.

Yes he could see with his normal eyes and could initially not tell the difference in direction but that eas temporary.

Chapter 153: The Forgotten Shores II