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Epic Of The Demonic Sage

Lucius was a man born to a pair of lowly servants that worked for the Great Demon worshiping Barrom clan. Growing up in the harsh conditions of the Barrom clan where magic and power reigned supreme, he weathered through humiliation and schemes. Knowing that he wanted to be the oppressor than the oppressed, he began his conquest. Not averse to betraying or scheming, Lucius made use of his allies as mere pawns to be sacrificed. Learning that a powerful artifact lost eons ago was hidden in an ancient ruin, Lucius betrayed and sacrificed one of his closest people, his lover without hesitation. But he didn’t know that fate had a different plan for him and the artifact he had yearned for would send his soul hurtling across the cosmos, forcing it into the broken body of a young man called Asher Inanis. Coming to his senses he finds the world to be completely different where the magic of his previous world did not exist, but what did was ‘Gifts’. Witness how he learns about the world, gains power and reigns supreme against all odds becoming the Demonic Sage. P.S. This is a slow paced novel and has a lot of world development at start. If this is not to your taste, you may not like it. *** I do not own the cover, will remove it if asked. --- join the discord server : discord.gg/fkTbUfBRsH

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In The Heat Of The Battle

The tremors in the ground had come at the right time as the soldiers that were running towards Lucius stumbled and fell to the ground. Lucius on the other hand, spread his legs and stabilized himself so as not to fall.

He was not in the middle of moving and thus didn't fall like the others. Plus, he had already expected it to happen and was not caught by surprised. 

"You've done enough, now die!" The voice of Donald could be heard as he appeared from the side.

The tremors were created by his gift, the tremor stomp of course. The soldiers that had fallen on the ground were quickly taken care of by Donald and Lucius, as all they had to do was stab them.

Eight more soldiers died in this way, but the rest managed to recover. 

"Are you okay, Young Lord Asher?" Donald asked with concern as he came to stand behind him.

They stood back to back, keeping an eye on the enemy soldiers.

"I'm fine, I haven't been injured at all." Lucius replied.