My name is Ambrose I was a DIVINE GOD but I had died while I was fighting some void monsters of the MONSTER GOD KING RANK I was no match they were a horde and the mana in the air was too thin for me to cast decent spells. This was it this is how I die. My last thought was why was I foolish enough to confront beasts that were way above my realm. I had seen many people die throughout my life and could have thought some other plan to escape but I died because of my weak strength I cannot blame anyone else.
I am a Wizard from the universe XXXXX of NETHERSTORM year 500111
The whole universe was caught by a storm called the netherstorm. It absorbed all the the mana of the universe sucking it to grow.
There was scarcity of mages as there was no mana I only survived this long because my body had been upgraded by the ṿ̵̛̤̦͉̩͈̞̩̖́͌̾̑͊̏̄͒̓͝ô̸̡̡̢͚̲͚̼̜͇͎̬̖̙̣̭̘͇̼͙͎͈̟̜̞͎͇̻͕͚̲̱͉̦̞͈̳̮̈́̈̎̈́̇͒͛̽̏͠ͅį̴̱̻̣̦̗̹̬͎̦͉͎̘͎̗̩̮̩̞͍͈̼̖̰̥̹̃̄̀̈̒͆͆̽̓́̿̒̄̃͜d̷̨̙͚̣̣̺͗̈́̃̏̉̒͆̓̒͑̌͌̀͝ͅ formula. It was the most basic formula but very dangerous as you had to absorb chaotic mana which can cripple you easily.
Well enogh of that I had tried to break the boundries of the universe but I recived a backlash when I was young otherwise I could have advanced to a more better realm alas.
Hello I am a new writer so do not expect me to write a lot of words I lack creativity anyways leave some power stones.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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{A:N I am quite proud of myself}