They exiled him to die. Now, he will carve his path to godhood through blood and conquest.
Once, Veyrath was a warlord—a Mahjra’ka feared by gods and kings alike. But when he defied the sacred rituals of his dying race, his own kin betrayed him.
Stripped of power. Cast into a world ruled by invaders. Left to rot.
But death did not claim him.
Here, humans descend like locusts, hunting, leveling up, and killing anything that stands in their way. A world where only strength matters.
So he will rise again.
He will hunt them as they hunt others. He will tear through their ranks, steal their power, and reshape this world in his image.
For the weak, there is only death.
For the strong? Ascension.
And Veyrath has no intention of being anything else.
In this world of slaughter, only one truth remains—kill or be killed.
