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The Wielder of Death Magic

Thrust into an enigmatic world born from bloodshed; venture inside its complexities, dark-side, and always changing nature. At the center, a boy; brought up by an exiled mage, steps into a life of independence. A test to try and change his life for the better after witnessing what war can do to a person. The walk towards finding a stable living gets toppled as a unique magical element awakens. Using people, toying with emotions, doing anything and everything to get what he wants, this is the life of the next Death Reaper. Mostly emotionless, life continues as questions about his state of mind and being remains clouded behind many personas. This isn’t the story of a single man, it’s the story of a whole world. Read as the world builds itself from the ground up. Conspiracies, evil, the dark side of humanity. In addition, tis the start of a new age; the birth of monsters – a story depicting the tales of the first heroes and demons to ever exist. The Wielder of Death Magic isn’t a typical fantasy. The heroes don’t summon forth power from heroes of old, here, the characters are the ones who make up the myths and legends for the next generation. Amidst the turmoil, Staxius, he lives on, watching and waiting as the world grows. P.S, I’m not that normal of a writer, my advice is to not expect anything going into this world. Forget everything, I personally, don’t care about rules and limitations and what can be considered to be the norm – the characters are given life, the world moves on its own; I’m just a spectator. No plot, nothing planned, all that you read is the product of the characters moving and acting individually. As opposed to me subjecting them with my emotions, the connection is reversed. They are the ones who dictate the story (Believe it or not, that's the way I write) A world, a story, characters, and the foolish author; we all evolve as one. On behalf of the people mentioned above, thanks for reading, I appreciate it all. [Cover is copyrighted by Sxperimental]

Frostysyrup · Urbano
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1250 Chs

Deadly Sins, Kniq

 'Poor choice,' Artanos stood before his growing army. The harbor was filled with multiple battleships twice the size of normal ships. Titans strode onto the isle, he stood atop one of the warehouses with a prism in hand, '-I was right to strike first. Who thought it would be this simple? I realized he had more up his sleeve than he let on. On that note, the cat, and the way it traveled, gave me the idea of using teleportation in more ways than one. Instead of on land, I used it underwater. Leviathan had vestiges of old undersea villages – use that to mask our presence and the rest is as was,' he looked over the empty fortification, '-they don't have a presence here, seems the army is preoccupied with the central continent. No matter, my stronghold will be ready,' the isle shook, '-the cycle raises,' land masses shifted and levitated, '-with that exposed,' he looked on to the northeast, where the fortress resided, '-a tunnel should be there.'