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Supreme Magus

Derek McCoy was a man who spent his entire life facing adversity and injustice. After being forced to settle with surviving rather than living, he had finally found his place in the world, until everything was taken from him one last time. After losing his life to avenge his murdered brother, he reincarnates until he finds a world worth living in, a world filled with magic and monsters. Follow him along his journey, from grieving brother to alien soldier. From infant to Supreme Magus. ------------------------------------------- Tags: Transmigration, Male MC, Western Fantasy Schedule: 12 chapters/week (unless I'm ill or stuff happens) Chapter Lenght: 1200 - 1400 words Warning: The MC is not a hero nor an anti-hero. He is a broken, cynic and misanthropic person looking only for his own gain. If you are looking for a forgiving, nice, MC that goes around saving people in distress, this is not your cup of tea. Same if you want an unchanging MC with no character development. ------------------------------------------- Discord Server: https://discord.gg/suprememagus ---------------------------------------- Cover of Tiamat form Lith Verhen by josh groban aka manohar aka Animustw. My new Pfp was made by Josh (same as above). Visit the official discord for his official portraits of the characters.

Legion20 · Fantasia
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Born in Flames (Part 2)

The shattered blade could now deform itself via the flames, twisting and turning like a snake past the enemy's guard but M'Rael always blocked it, no matter how impossible the angle of the attack was.

The Sentries kept feeding him information and the energy coating his weapons shielded them from the destructive heat of the Immortal Flames. A normal enchanted armor would have imploded due to the mana required, but M'Rael's was no armor, it was Menadion's tower.

Any other weapon would have melted on contact and its enchantments be consumed at every clash, but Solus' Fury was the apex of Menadion's work and it was at one with the tower.

Lith fought hard and lost hard, one swing of the Fury too many and the Flames failed to keep the blade's shards together.

"Good riddance, Verhen!" M'Rael was about to deliver the finishing blow when a silvery glaive aimed at his neck. "What?"