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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 · Fantaisie
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Looking forward

Aleks opened his eyes and a slight sigh left his lips. His throne room once more came into his view. The dim lights which illuminated the vast throne room added a somber ambience and over a dozen tall and solid warriors could be seen silently standing at attention along each side of the throne room. There were also servants quietly working and those which were patiently waiting to see to Aleks's needs should he desire anything. 

The quiet of the throne room was somewhat abnormal and the only sounds were the light movements of those servants carrying out their tasks. The sudden clacking of heels broke the calm silence and drew Alek's attention, albeit his movements were barely discernible. Aleks waited silently until Lariel stood before him smiling.

"Is it done?" she asked gently.

"Yes. Lenia performed admirably. The minor mistakes she made will be smoothed out over time with experience. I have nothing to complain about."