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Martyr The Devourer Of Wands

A martyr is someone that suffers persecution and death for advocating, renouncing, or refusing to renounce or advocate, a belief or cause as demanded by an external party while just like in Schrödinger's cat experiment, a person can also be considered alive and dead at the same time. This was the case for Nolamine's father. A tragedy that fell on him and one that Nolamine would learn about one faithful stormy night after meeting a witch. He is told that the only way to liberate his father is to travel to another world unseen by the human eye and kill his own father so he could go to the after life, something only he could do. Or though he is South Korean, he finds out that he is from somewhere else and that in itself makes him question who he is. Join him as he finds the truth about his family, discovers a new world, fights mystical creatures, beasts, demons, witches, wizards and warriors from this world and the other as he travels between worlds while possessing the ability to wield one of the rarest wands in history, a wand that devourers other wands. Considered weak by all, but holds a secrete of its own. Find out how a boy become 'The Devourer of Worlds'.

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Retreating does not mean we are weak

Time stood still for a moment as the group heard the bombs going off and at the same time heard Mandla finished his curse.

It moved again when he stepped back and the blade that was up in his mouth did not cut him, but went through his chin and out like it was made of mist.

Infect, Analka felt like the moment he finished his curse, her blade felt like she was stabbing through the air, through mist.

At the same time, two weapons appeared out of nowhere in his hands, just like how Nolamine's dagger would, but it was being formed by the coming together of mist and making it solid.

The weapons were identical, almost like overgrown fangs with black handles at their ends. They were shrouded in grey mist.

Like how mist would move if one walked in it, Mandla instantly stepped aside and went for Son-join head, an image of mist in his shape following after him.