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Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

Some time in the future Humanity conquers death! life continues, on and on in the endless stretches of a virtual paradise called Elysium. or at least that's what the Brochures used to stay. Elysium was no different from Earth, the only difference is that with each new reincarnation, you get a chance to live differently, better, and a chance to achieve more with pieces of your memories from your old life intact. But Elysium needs balance, why? no one really knows. but to keep that balance the death classes were created, and any who comes to posses such class or the traits that come with it; gains the ability to deliver the (True Death) a fitting end to immortality and endless life. and as such people with these classes are feared and hated. Now Rezar is spawned in a prison mine to serve a sentence of all eternity and all reincarnations as a slave. and all for a crime he doesn't remember commiting but knows that he did, now forced to live based on consequences from a life he also doesn't remember. but he tries to look at the bright side, there's much to achieve........the only downside would be the fear people have for him, after all.........who would want to shake hands with the Son Of Death. The cover image is made by UFAN studios! https://discord.gg/aCbKJX permanent discord link. Please check out my other WSA novel Titan Rising Online: World Breaker

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The King's Guard (II): Fealty

The embers from the funeral pyre had long died down and the ashes had sunk into the sea, but yet he still stared at the ocean, watching, hoping, praying that in some way or form that her body would jump out of the dark blue reflecting sweet rays of orange as the sun set. But no matter how long he looked at it or stared, nothing showed up, Neema was gone for good, and as the Moons of Elysium rose up into the sky he realized and understood it all to perfectly. He got up and turned, facing the massive crowd of people that had surprisingly kept his vigil with him, from the early morning when the flames were set to the twilight hours of an encroaching night.