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Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Earth has undergone an odd change. Expanding by millions of times its original size, its population was suddenly split into two halves. On one side, there was a group of technologically advanced humans. But, on the other, a world of cultivation had grown and pospered. The secrets that led to this change have been hidden in the darkness for too long... Until there came a day where a boy born on the Mortal side of the world was found to have the talent to enter the Martial side. Having lost both of his parents to a hidden tide, he chose to leave all that he had known behind and enter this land of danger. What truths would he unveil? What would he learn about what separated the Mortals from the Cultivators? What hidden evils wanted to ensure that his people never rose up and gained power? And how would those evils... deal with him? ---- This list of things I hate is quite long. The first is that I hate to be tested the most. The second is that I hate to be tested the most. The third also happens to be that I hate to be tested the most. The ocean's depths are too shallow, the sun's light too dim, the ground too mundane and the skies too small. For those born of this colorless world to deem themselves worthy of casting judgement on me... I can only say that it's laughable. I am the Nameless Immortal God because even the Heavens themselves are unworthy to name me. Even while I am unaware of my own identity, I will dry the oceans until cracked land is all that is left, I will cast the sun into endless darkness, I will shatter the ground with my feet and sunder the skies with my blade. Am I too arrogant? What right do you have to think that? --- https://discord.gg/awespec

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Famine

Slowly, the sound of gears began to ramp up again. Even as the sound of one door slamming shut almost sent Dyon flying once more, the sound of another opening followed suit.

The clopping of horse hooves filled Dyon's ears once more. By now, Dyon was convinced that there had just been something weird about Famine. After thinking a moment, he understood…

Famine's steed's steps had sounded like feet because of its demeanor… It was slow and steadfast, meandering and patient. War's steed had sounded like hooves because of a combination of its heavy armor and sharp horseshoes.

However, the clopping of this horseman wasn't due to either of these reasons. This horse moved as with exaggerated movements, its head was held high while its legs arched elegantly into the skies, stomping down with authority that reverberated through the battleground.

Understanding this, Dyon wasn't surprised to find the appearance of a white horse entering his gaze.