The Sorcerer [Edited]

Prologue (Edited)

At the beginning of the Age of the Gods, a war broke out.

The reason is very simple and petty. Everyone wanted to dominate, everyone wanted to demonstrate their power but most importantly, everyone wanted fame and power.

The reason.

A full-scale war broke out in the world.

Hundreds of thousands of races fought for absolute dominance. It's stupid.

The gods shed the blood of their subjects to achieve their goals, with a promise of glory for those who achieve it and fame for those who appear to be fulfilling their sworn duty. Serve their creators.

The fight lasted hundreds of years, but in the end, no one won. But that's not why it's not important.

The gods forgot one detail. A small eh insignificant detail that no one had noticed.

That no one had considered. They forgot about the possibility of dying.

The gods with their great powers were arrogant, their longevity made them believe that they can live forever and thanks to their gifts they were invincible. But they were wrong.

The gods are not eternal, and they are not all-powerful either.

One day, while what would be the last battle that would end the age of the gods was unleashed, something happened.

The skies blackened.

The earth trembled and the weather changed.

The seas churned and when everyone searched for the reason for this abrupt change, a shout was welcome for the beginning of the end.

The god of light screamed in agony and his blood fell to the ground.

Darkness completely covered the world. The beings of chaos.

Those races that represented evil shouted with joy and ecstasy, knowing that the greatest rival of their creator and leader of the alliance of the enemy gods.

But then another scream arose.

They all recognized it. It was the evil god who screamed in agony, but instead of a darling what he said was a word.

MERCY!!!!!! PLEASE MERCY!!!!

That was the last time his voice was heard.

The next thing you know, the war is over and what is known as the era of extinction began.

Without any hesitation. Regardless of who you were, where you came from, and whom you served, Death caught up with them all.

A mass extinction occurred, and the stars fell from the sky, silencing all those who participated in this stupid war for power at the cost of the blood of their enemies.

Who was responsible for such a massacre? The answer is simpler than it seems, or you are willing to accept.

Like a person you saw on the streets, like the friend who visited you or the brother with whom you lived.

He was your father, he was your friend, he was your boyfriend, and he was also the one you saw for the last time before he hugged you in his warm arms before they felt your whole body rest for the last time.

The winner of this war was none other than everyone's best friend.

Beautiful, indifferent.

A sentimental friend and sworn enemy of all.

Since death will always come, and he is so sure of his victory that he gives you a lifetime advantage.

Those who survived such a calamity were only because death decided so, and the excuse he gave for those who asked him was simple.