Blood Legacy: New World Of Doom
"Magic is believing in yourself, if you can do that, you can make anything happen." Ikaris, a genius student admired, exploited, and hated all his life for his brilliance, suddenly finds himself transmigrated into The Forsaken Lands, a fantasy world of myriad species born with the ability to use magic with imagination as their only limit. Alas, this gift carries a curse. The more you use it, the closer you are to death. After thousands of years of decline, the Free Races are fast approaching their demise, their survival threatened by this curse and an enemy that will not rest until it has devoured them all. Literally. Former allies and enemies, prey and predators are now cornered behind a huge wall, forced to collaborate to resist their invader. But can so much resentment and hatred be washed away so easily? Can predators and prey really overcome their instincts in the face of a common foe? Follow him on his journey from an ordinary human to a shining existence that will overturn the order established since the dawn of time. From an innocent soul to a merciless demon. From a human to something else. ----- Discord link: https://discord.gg/d8udP7Q
The Duleans
Ikaris was still waiting for an answer to his question and stared at them impatiently until the obese man took the initiative to introduce himself.
"I'm Pamiu. The big guy with the dreadlocks is Anwar, the handsome guy with the bow and feathers is Ekker and the injured woman is Urali. We all come from the land of Dul. Don't look for it, it was recently invaded by the Glenrings. We are among the only survivors."
The group of Ikaris exchanged thoughtful glances. Again, those damn Glenrings! Returning the courtesy, they introduced themselves in turn.
"What about that goblin?" Nardor grunted as he kicked the goblin in the backside, who responded with another hissing.
The four roomates shrugged in perfect sync.
"He was already there when we arrived." The injured woman named Urali complained angrily. "He attacked us on sight when we tried to choose our beds. According to him we are in his territory."
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