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Primordial Descent

Before the birth of the world, there existed 6 primordial Aspects, which govern the nature and structure of everything in existence, and the ones who controlled them were none other than the supreme beings... The Primordial ones. However, of these six, there was one who sought to destroy the world and the system in which it operated. The Primordial of the sixth Aspect. This caused a great war in the Heavenly realm, causing the other 5 to rise against him. He was struck down, stripped of his Aspect and ultimately destroyed. Eventually, the world would come to know him as the Evil one, the god of despair... The Demon God. After several centuries and millennia have passed, the feared one has awakened. His rage and wrath unstoppable. Now he must have his vengeance on the 5 Primordials who betrayed him, retrieve his Aspect and destroy the world as he had intended from the beginning. This is the story of Hexarion... The Primordial of the Void, and the one who consumes all. Alternative Title: Primordial Descent. HEX: Aspect Of The Void WPC #204 (Evil Protagonist) Winner Bronze Prize PLEASE JOIN OUR DISCORD!!!  https://discord.gg/nTP43UEphg ALSO, WE NOW HAVE A SUBREDDIT COMMUNITY. Please join to interact more with other readers and the author! https://www.reddit.com/r/Magecrafspellcraft?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share This is to provide better services to you readers, and for a more direct conversation between me as an author, and you as readers. Plus, there are Original Character Designs of the novel characters in the communities. So, please... Hop on the Discord and Subreddit train! Follow me on Instagram: the_magecrafter

Magecrafter · Fantasia
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303 Chs

Grim Tale [Pt 2]

 "Die!" A projection of light sought to go through Rer but Rer was no slacker, he tilted to his side and the missed the stab.

 " I'm disappointed in you brother." Rer said with a cold voice looking down on his brother, his moss-green eyes now had a blue glint in them making him look even more menacing.

 ' I'm exhausted, that spear must have caused it.' Unstil thought as he sprawled to the ground feeling nothing but regret, what awaited him was the fate of all traitors faced, cold terrible death from the guillotine.

 Sweat beads oozed from his face as he crouched staring at the cold floor. This was the end of him.

 Unstil suddenly raised up his head and in that moment, he was sure he saw a glimmer.

 His eyes drifted to Rer and he saw that his brother was spewing out blood, his face was now pale.