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Three Fold World

Slave… Trash… Unwanted… Hundreds of words had been hurled at Asher in his short life. He was greatly familiar with them and knew to ignore them for his own worth. His mother had told him find the good in people and look past their masks. But even a saint had a limit. And when Asher hit his limit, he also hit the limit of the overseer. Getting banished from his mine, Asher was left jobless and also became target of denigration. But when the demons poured out from the earth, and invaded his world, what was Asher to do? Especially when even the divine immortals, the most sacred and holy, deemed him as a heretic; Asher had little to do other than run. How could someone rejected and hated by all survive in the harsh Three Fold World? Only by overcoming all odds and eradicating those that opposed him would Asher rise to the top of the world. Humans, Demons, and Immortals... All shall kneel before the Empyrean of the Three Fold World

Grand_Void_Daoist · Fantasy
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Beryl's Confusion And Making His Move

Beryl had helped several young sorcerers in the past in awakening their magic. To someone of his rank, it was a task as easy as breathing. 

And yet today, he had faced something that was beyond his understanding.

'Is this what First Generation Sorcerers are supposed to be like?' Beryl couldn't help but wonder. 'All the kids I've helped only needed a slight infusion of my Miasma to awaken their magic. In case of Asher it feels like I'm just pouring a cup full of water into a well.' He compared.

The Miasma coursing through his veins poured into Asher's body and yet it was as if there was no end to it. 

This almost made Beryl doubt whether Asher was a Sorcerer but then realized that if he was just a normal human, this amount of Miasma would have already killed him.

After a couple minutes had gone and Asher seemed to be anxious, Beryl knew it was time to stop.

~huu~

He took a breath, showing slight exhaustion on his face.