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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 · Fantasia
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Onset of battle (2)

Lenia pulled her horse closer to Aleks, "Master, I don't think I have ever seen so many people and animals in one place."

"This is only one part of the horde. If the entire horde were here it would be like locusts blanketing the earth."

Lariel giggled, "Aren't you over exaggerating? There aren't that many mortals living on the Steppes."

"There's enough." Aleks replied calmly.

Lenia eyed Lariel with a bit of hostility, "Will we just watch master?"

Aleks didn't respond immediately, he was busily surveying the area below until his eyes settled on one location.

"Nelay."

Nelay suddenly appeared next to Aleks in a kneeling position, "Yes, master?"

"Find Grobak, I have already informed him to prepare his people. It will soon be time and he will need to act quick to avoid the coming storm."

Nelay disappeared from the hill and there were only the three still remaining.

"Will Grobak and his tribe be okay?"