Rise Of The Abysmal Tyrant
He existed without a name, without an identity. Was he a monster, a god, or perhaps a hero?
A voice whispered to him from the depths of the abyss, urging him to consume.
"Just eat," it said, the words echoing through his mind like a haunting melody.
But what was the source of this voice? Was it an ally guiding him towards strength, or a sinister presence leading him astray?
Driven by an insatiable hunger and an unyielding desire to uncover the truth, he embarked on a perilous journey.
Each morsel devoured revealed fleeting glimpses of forgotten memories, elusive fragments that might hold the key to his identity.
He could taste it... his name?
Morel
The creature, now known as Morel, found himself torn between the ravenous urges that consumed him and the search for his true self.
As he devoured, his memories began to resurface, piece by piece.
The glimpses of his past revealed a complex tapestry of experiences, some heroic and noble, others tinged with darkness and despair.
Conflicted between his own voracious nature and the desire to find redemption, Morel pressed forward.
He sought answers not only to his own identity but also to the origin of the haunting voice that guided his actions.
"What am I?"
"You are, Morel."
Abysmal Tyrant
A lost cause
1stDaoistOfReading · Fantasy
