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
Three Places of Worship
The Portal was now sandwiched between the Lord's Wooden House to the north and the three places of worship to the south. A bright burst of light emanated from the Stele and the three buildings rose up in front of him. Elsisn Temple was in the center with Kinah Prayer Hall to its right and Faulch Prayer Hall to its left.
Ikaris felt something different inside him after they appeared, but he was unable to determine what exactly.
Elsisn Temple looked like a small rectangular stone chapel only slightly larger than his previous cottage. A triangular roof of ochre tiles covered the building, with a small statue about three feet tall perched on the roof at the entrance of the temple, as if to welcome its parishioners.