Blood Legacy: New World Of Doom
"Magic is believing in yourself, if you can do that, you can make anything happen." Ikaris, a genius student admired, exploited, and hated all his life for his brilliance, suddenly finds himself transmigrated into The Forsaken Lands, a fantasy world of myriad species born with the ability to use magic with imagination as their only limit. Alas, this gift carries a curse. The more you use it, the closer you are to death. After thousands of years of decline, the Free Races are fast approaching their demise, their survival threatened by this curse and an enemy that will not rest until it has devoured them all. Literally. Former allies and enemies, prey and predators are now cornered behind a huge wall, forced to collaborate to resist their invader. But can so much resentment and hatred be washed away so easily? Can predators and prey really overcome their instincts in the face of a common foe? Follow him on his journey from an ordinary human to a shining existence that will overturn the order established since the dawn of time. From an innocent soul to a merciless demon. From a human to something else. ----- Discord link: https://discord.gg/d8udP7Q
Building Temples
"I owe you one then." Ikaris thanked the priest for his initiative. "Have you decided on the location of your chapel?"
Abram strolled around a bit with the teen walking silently behind him, then uttered,
"With your Stele, it should be possible for you to relocate the buildings by paying some kind of fee, am I wrong?
Ikaris did not answer right away. It was not currently possible, but he had already predicted that such a feature would eventually appear as his Stele and his nation flourished.
"Not yet." He admitted, acting sincere. "For now, I can only duplicate the model of already existing buildings in my territory by paying a cost in resources that slightly exceeds their actual construction cost."
Abram was taken aback. "From which Saint does your Stele come?"
"Elsisn." Ikaris didn't think it was a secret to hide.