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God Ash: Remnants of the fallen.

In the realms above, supernatural beings of unfathomable magnificence exist, far beyond mortal comprehension. These divinities wield unimaginable power, capable of obliterating worlds with a mere breath. However, what unfolds when these gods meet their demise? Set in a remote corner of the vast universe, long after the apocalyptic Thousand Millennium War of the Heavenly Beasts and Deities, this tale delves into a forgotten world. Here, the ashes of fallen gods descend upon an insignificant pebble, adrift amidst the cosmic tapestry of space and time. Their impact alters the life of a proud young man, who embraces the abrupt changes thrust upon his world. Refusing to yield to the clutches of fate and karma, he dares to defy the heavens themselves. Will he triumph over an insurmountable destiny, or succumb to fate like gods of unimaginable might did before him? The dreams of a deceased deity and the fate of a dying world hang precariously, hinged upon the future of this young man. He treads upon an endless bridge, forged from the corpses of the fallen. Unlock this epic saga of death, sorrow, war, blood, love, vengeance, and triumph with your own eyes. *** You can also reach out to: Discord:https://discord.com/invite/QQ3vybav Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/invites/contact/?i=9xjl0tq1cs3e&utm_content=qx5nrdu

Demons_and_I · Fantasia
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Conversation in the Brig.

The Brig was located in the lowest layer of the ship, and was a dark, dank, and ominous place, totally lacking in comfort.

The cell walls and ceilings were from a strange dark wood with numerous runic carvings, that constantly siphoned the energy of the inmates to maintain itself. This way, so long as they remained alive, they would be unable to escape.

It had a maximum holding capacity of three hundred, but there were currently only a few people down here. Apart from Zue and a few of the Lightslayers that had refused to concede, the rest were the remnants of the Crimson Warriors.

These once proud hedonists, who had thought because of the little power they had been offered, that they could rule the world, now sat here in the dark; weak and starved.