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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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Extra Rest And Sewing Wounds

Asher did have the money for getting his hand healed but the time for it would be too long. 

He needed to rush to the Sanctuary and the journey was still long. He didn't know how many days it would take either, but it was not going to be short.

"Anyways, we should rest for now." Jon stated. "I don't think I can run from more beasts like this." He added.

"I agree." Michael nodded.

"I shall… Watch Tidemother." Misha said without moving her gaze from the sky.

"How about you?" Jon asked looking at Asher.

"I'll be leaving." Asher replied. "I still have a long journey ahead of me." 

"Where are you going anyways?" Michael asked. "Volstead city?" he guessed.

"Yes…" Asher was a bit surprised that the man guessed it so easily.

"Ah! Then you should just come with us." Michael replied. "We're from Volstead city too. We'll be returning there after the commission." He revealed.