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Empire of Souls

"Gods? Magic? Fantasy? Nonsense." An-Namrud never cared for any of those things. All that mattered was his work. The Tower of Babel. This would prove it to everyone... that gods do not exist. Until one day, it all came crashing down. His world destroyed, and his soul trapped in a never ending cycle of reincarnation. After countless cycles, he finally escaped with only the thoughts of revenge against those who had cursed him with this fate. Been away for a long time, but I am trying to make a come back to writing. Please be patient and continue to support me as I start writing again. I will try to update at least 1 chapter a week for now with more if I can.

Keriv136 · Fantasie
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Onset of battle (3)

Standing atop the walls of the expeditionary settlement, Shelise looked out at the sea of savages below. Everyday she would come and stand atop the wall with Eneran at her side. There wasn't much else to do, so she could only wait in boredom. She wouldn't stay on the walls for long and would leave well before any attack took place, but she couldn't help staring out at the horizon daily. She knew it would come, it was only a matter of time.

As she glanced towards the horizon, her emotions would always swirl like a maelstrom in her heart. The memories of her past, her family and her home, constantly stirring her feelings of sadness and despair. This would also fill her with rage and the desire for revenge.

"I will kill it with my own hands."