DD_TheDreamer

After leaving earth in a pathetic way, Asher finds his soul in the body of a baron's bastard son.
As the last surviving member of the Ashbournes, Asher must take up the mantle and build his territory or die in the jaws of a beast or the blades of hungry nobles greedy for his territory.
Luckily, he did not enter this man-eat-man world without support.
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A fierce wind swept through the battlefield and Asher found himself standing in a valley, staring at a dark figure standing on the top of a hill.

One of the figure's eyes was green and the other golden. Although his long gray hair fluttered in the calm breeze, the rest of his features were shrouded in pitch-black shadow.

"I've been watching you, Asher Ashbourne," the figure said, his voice calm and strangely harmless, unlike the frightening man Asher saw in his vision.

"You must be Zorah," Asher replied, frowning.

"I am. I see you have decided to come to the depths, to find your true path."

Asher frowned again and said firmly. "I came here to clear my head."

Zorah smirked. "An excuse given to you by fate. I see. I came here to hide as well. We both have our reasons."

Asher snapped. "We are not the same."

Winter Stronghold