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He has become a completely different god altogether. Michiall, the playful, vibrant, and extremely curious god of games and mischief has turned into Dorchadais – the literal god of Darkness, wielder of one of the most fundamental forms of energy. But in order for him to be free, the chains need to be fully broken. And because of the lesser amount of dark energy on the middle plane, he also needs a vessel to act as his conduit and bring more darkness to Meanach. Once he has turned Meanach into an annex of Iochtarach, he can then ascend and become powerful enough to face the other gods once again.

“Young master is strong, he died like a man. Our lives are saved by him!” An elder on the other hand lamented, “The only thing is, who exactly could make a Goddess of War be his messenger. This is truly terrifying!” “I didn’t expect our Middle Province would have such truly terrifying hidden forces!”

"Oh, you need my spiritual counsel. You caught me at the right time my son. Take a hit first and feel the healing power of God." "Sure Brother," said Zeke as took a long drag. He exhaled and smiled. "This is good stuff Brother, better than the one I had when I first got here." "Like it? This is a new sativa strain I developed. This will enable you to open up all of your senses and feel one with the higher power. I call this the Touch of God." "Wow. I'm starting to feel it now Brother Bart." "How can I help you my son?"

agreed to put up a war against the kingdom of Odudu; they promised to reward handsomely any warrior that will be able to exterminate king Adesuna during the war, the chief warrior by the name Eruga, a warrior from the kingdom of Mesa came out, after he greeted the Kings, he proceeded, " My great kings, we have suffered untold subjugated from the kingdom of Odudu, it is high time this comes to an end. I will go straight to the point, My kings and elders, if I am fortified appropriately from the river of Messa, the habitat of our goddess, the goddess of Messa, with your supports I will be able to kill King Adesuna of Odudu kingdom, if the powers of the Messa river can be enchanted into me, th

Someone whom believed himself invincible. Well I knew he was not. Before we rode to find Alicia, Adras had finally broken the stubborn which. There was a weapon that could doom him. 'I´ll make him pay. For all he has done.' The god turned to face me looking mockingly at me and strode forward. "What day will your power ever exceed mine?!" the god laughed smugly replying to my thoughts. "The day will come, mark my word," I threatened back at him growling with bared fangs.

For a fleeting moment, both celestial bodies shared the same sky. A perfect omen. "He’ll mark number ninety-four," Giovanni said, stepping closer to the altar. "Let the deity’s hear it." The priestess reached into her robes and pulled out a small, curved blade. The man began to sob. "No," he pleaded. "Please, I’ll give you the others. I’ll get you more." Alessandro moved in, kneeling beside the man and carefully removing the blindfold. The man’s wild, bloodshot eyes locked onto his.

Once again, Xiao Chen realized that the Divine Realm was not actually the true dwelling place of the gods. It was called the Divine Realm because the higher realms regarded them as intruders. And they were treated as slaves and tools used solely to strengthen the higher realms. Those who submitted could ascend to the higher realms, but if they did not… they would be considered enemies. Fortunately, the higher realms had changed because many great powers had established themselves there. Transforming the higher realm into the realm of the gods meant that the laws of the heavens barely touched the realm of the gods. And since it couldn’t be controlled by the laws of the heavens, it was all due

Nysera: The Goddess of Secrets Volume I – The Forgotten Goddess Chapter 4: Ashes of the Forgotten ​Names had power—or so the priests often said. A god's name was etched upon the glowing Pillars of Heaven, spoken in the prayers of countless mortals, and remembered long after kingdoms had fallen into dust. ​Nysera's name had received none of those honors. It had never been carved upon the Pillars, no heavenly bells had welcomed it into existence, and no worshipper had ever whispered it in prayer. It had been given for only one purpose: to remind her that she was nothing.

During the banquet, Celia had played with the Sterling family's ancestral oracle blocks like a curious child. That night, Celia cast nine blessed results in a row. The entire hall had been stunned. Everyone praised her as the daughter-in-law destined for the Sterling family. He had smiled with delight back then. Because those nine blessed casts were a miracle he had created with his own hands, weighting the blocks with lead in advance. Everything had gone smoothly. Everyone envied Celia. That young girl who used to hide behind others had been cherished so publicly for the first time. What had he said to Caroline then?

I said as I pointed with the gesture of my hand towards the thunder-blasting bloke with a brazen glint and mocking smirk on my lips. ”… the mighty ruler of Olympus and Elysian Fields, the God of all Gods” mockery aimed at bastard evident in every syllable “…had found himself in a bit of pickle with God of War recently, and thus at the mercy of the God of Chaos, the master of all things unpredictable and wild. My dear cousin Nepenthern here asked for protection and had decided to give me the hand of his lovely daughter Noosha as a token of his appreciation and gratitude.” I heard the sound of his teeth clenching as I spoke.