Rushing steps... Rushing breaths and a pounding chest. He was excited of this new, wild dicovery and yet he was scared... Piss in your pants scared of the being he was supposed to come before and explain his findings to.
He wore brown trousers and a blue shirt and a tie that he was constantly adjusting as it felt like a noose around his neck. He had a blue ID card clipped to his shirt he also wore a white lab coat which plus his sweaty palms and spectacled face, completed the look of a very nervous scientist one who believed in another kind of God.
And so Doctor Reese walked into those dark chambers that day and knelt before the one hidden in the darkness as he explained all that he and his team had discovered
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The Wanderer: Origins
FantasyWe are called the Eldens. Humans with godlike powers and lifespans reminiscent of the gods of old. Each of us displaying a different range of gifts. We are the pinnacle of human society the gods amongst men; and as usual not everybody is happy with...
