Blood Legacy: New World Of Doom
"Magic is believing in yourself, if you can do that, you can make anything happen." Ikaris, a genius student admired, exploited, and hated all his life for his brilliance, suddenly finds himself transmigrated into The Forsaken Lands, a fantasy world of myriad species born with the ability to use magic with imagination as their only limit. Alas, this gift carries a curse. The more you use it, the closer you are to death. After thousands of years of decline, the Free Races are fast approaching their demise, their survival threatened by this curse and an enemy that will not rest until it has devoured them all. Literally. Former allies and enemies, prey and predators are now cornered behind a huge wall, forced to collaborate to resist their invader. But can so much resentment and hatred be washed away so easily? Can predators and prey really overcome their instincts in the face of a common foe? Follow him on his journey from an ordinary human to a shining existence that will overturn the order established since the dawn of time. From an innocent soul to a merciless demon. From a human to something else. ----- Discord link: https://discord.gg/d8udP7Q
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SPLASH!
A bucket of foul-smelling water woke Kellam and Marvin with a start. The two new Werewolves subconsciously sniffed the air and a foul smell of urine assaulted their senses, causing them to retch. The smell was so awful that Marvin almost fainted again.
The Dwilde thought grimly, 'Am I dreaming or did they pour a chamber pot on us?'
A slight throbbing headache still itched where he had knocked himself out with the pommel of his weapon, but the pain was negligible. The vitality of a lycan lived up to its reputation.
Reining in the anger that had bubbled up inside him from the humiliating treatment, Kellam's expression lightened and he took the time to study his surroundings. He and Marvin were tied back to back in a dark wooden room that reeked of rotting meat. They had no way of determining if it was day or night.