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
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Just under an hour later, Ikaris joined Malia and the rest of the volunteers at the gate of the village. Ruvaen, Kailu, Liam and the other three recommended Werewolves were all present and heavily armed. More than usual.
Ruvaen had traded his bow for a battle axe and two scimitars. The reason was that arrows were not the most effective weapon against skeletons until his magic returned to its former glory. Or else he could have enchanted his arrows to make them lethal at the slightest graze of an enemy bone.
Kailu had swapped his clothes for one of the light armors Ikaris had bought the day before, but had kept his own longsword, whose finely crafted golden hilt betrayed that it was probably worth more than all the other weapons in their party combined.