Sovereign Of The Skies
"Did I get reincarnated as... A HARPY?!" After having lived a life full of anguish, betrayal and the constant pressures of having to make his parents proud, 17 year old Simon Cavil found himself at death's door after being accidentally run over by a Truck. His blurry and lifeless eyes gazed into the skies and he saw birds flying freely in the skies above him and felt envious of their freedom. Under his dying breath he muttered: "I wish I was as free as those birds." And just like that his wish was granted, and he now found himself in a perilous fantasy world where he must either adapt or perish!
God of War (2)
Krrrr!
The purple-haired Cerastes confidently strutted forward, the edge of her axe scratching the floor, causing sparks to fly due to friction.
"Tell me, Dark Wing, that thing you did with that Troll... What was it?"
She lowered her head, her eyes fixated on Berkah alone, as if he were the only person in existence.
"Hm? Wouldn't you like to know..."
Berkah responded, digging his pinky finger into his left ear.
"I recall asking you a question earlier on, and you acted like a bitch, so what makes you think I would answer any of yours?"
Berkah spat, blowing the accumulated ear wax from his finger.
"Heh! Fair point, let's do this then..."
"If I beat you, I want you to answer my question, how's that?"
She grinned and walked within arm's length of Berkah.
"And? What do I get if I win?"
Berkah raised an eyebrow.
"I don't know~"
"Whatever you want... Even my body."