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Three Fold World

Slave… Trash… Unwanted… Hundreds of words had been hurled at Asher in his short life. He was greatly familiar with them and knew to ignore them for his own worth. His mother had told him find the good in people and look past their masks. But even a saint had a limit. And when Asher hit his limit, he also hit the limit of the overseer. Getting banished from his mine, Asher was left jobless and also became target of denigration. But when the demons poured out from the earth, and invaded his world, what was Asher to do? Especially when even the divine immortals, the most sacred and holy, deemed him as a heretic; Asher had little to do other than run. How could someone rejected and hated by all survive in the harsh Three Fold World? Only by overcoming all odds and eradicating those that opposed him would Asher rise to the top of the world. Humans, Demons, and Immortals... All shall kneel before the Empyrean of the Three Fold World

Grand_Void_Daoist · Fantasía
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Eliminating Foes

Asher had no idea what was going through Beryl's mind and guessed that he was assessing the situation inside. And when Beryl made his move, he was ready to act to.

'Huh? What is he…?' But what Asher saw only made him more confused.

Beryl seemingly chanted something under his breath as a swathe of miasma gathered around his hand. The miasma didn't disperse though and condensed into a singular glob in the center of his palm after a few seconds.

Looking at the Miasma, Asher got an eerie feeling, as if touching it would do him no good. Which turned out to be correct, as he soon got to see its might.

"Breath Stealing Wisp." Beryl chanted, causing the glob of miasma to move.