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Martyr The Devourer Of Wands

A martyr is someone that suffers persecution and death for advocating, renouncing, or refusing to renounce or advocate, a belief or cause as demanded by an external party while just like in Schrödinger's cat experiment, a person can also be considered alive and dead at the same time. This was the case for Nolamine's father. A tragedy that fell on him and one that Nolamine would learn about one faithful stormy night after meeting a witch. He is told that the only way to liberate his father is to travel to another world unseen by the human eye and kill his own father so he could go to the after life, something only he could do. Or though he is South Korean, he finds out that he is from somewhere else and that in itself makes him question who he is. Join him as he finds the truth about his family, discovers a new world, fights mystical creatures, beasts, demons, witches, wizards and warriors from this world and the other as he travels between worlds while possessing the ability to wield one of the rarest wands in history, a wand that devourers other wands. Considered weak by all, but holds a secrete of its own. Find out how a boy become 'The Devourer of Worlds'.

Excelsior_x · Fantasy
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246 Chs

Nolamine's notes

As Son-join was being equipped with all that he would need in order to get through the Nefarious Trial, giving him weapons, cursed objects, training him, and now introducing meditation so he could have a better chance of surviving in Panthalassa, Nolamine was also progressing while on his own.

The day before he was to set off, he was spending his last day with Aapep, sometimes talking to him like he was there. It was a coping mechanism as he had been alone in the vast forest for 6 months with no one to talk to.

"Hey, buddy."

He had started to call him that towards the end of the 6 months. Aapep had stopped assaulting his soul and it terrified him. He dreaded the day he was to met him again, but he continued to take small digs at the thousands-year-old Guardian.

"I do not know how many times I am going to say this, but there is something wrong with my skin."

He said as he pinched it. It stretched like it was made of rubber that was somewhat elastic.