Metempychosis: Quest of Rebirth

Soon after the enflamed magnificent sphere hid behind the horizon, a crescent shaped moon convoyed by an ocean of stars claimed the night, and an icy chilling breeze arrived soon after.Within the city of Meden, precisely in a town situated in the heart of the dirty and dreadful area known as shantytown, there was an peculiar looking street accommodating a plethora of buildings aligned in a zigzag pattern.Those buildings were built without any consideration of the environmental hazards and health related impact it would create; it was solely built with the objective of making money.They buildings were poorly built, each of them looking like a ton of blocks stacked together with no planning whatsoever.Well there’s a reason it’s called the slums, I guess.Anyway, one of those half-baked apartment housed a caramel brown haired youth with pale white skin, and tugged in shabby clothes.And when I say pale white skin, I mean he looked unhealthy as hell!From his unkempt hair, worn out clo

Words alone fail to capture the sheer grandeur of the mansion. It wasn't just a building; it was a living testament to extravagance, a symphony of opulence that commanded attention with every gilded detail. The sprawling estate, a marvel of manicured gardens framing its imposing facade, whispered tales of wealth and power. In the distance, the arena, a coliseum where knights clashed in monthly spectacles of valor, echoed with thunderous cheers.Butlers and maids, their movements precise and practiced, flitted like silent shadows, attending to their duties with unwavering dedication. The setting sun, a blaze of fiery hues, cast a radiant glow upon the scene, as if bidding farewell to another day in paradise.Leo and Anna, the maid, disembarked from the carriage, their footsteps echoing against the cobblestones as they approached the mansion's entrance. Awaiting them was another maid, her practiced smile guiding them towards the dining room with an efficiency that bordered on the uncan

As the morning sun, playful and mischievous, filtered through the knotted canopy overhead, it cast dramatic shadows that danced across the forest floor, a mesmerizing display that could send even the boldest squirrel scurrying back to its nest.Amidst this verdant spectacle, a carriage glided through the ancient woods, its opulent exterior, a luxurious blend of crimson and gold, gleaming defiantly against the backdrop of emerald hues. It rolled along with an air of regal pomp, as if on its way to crown a king, not traversing a mere woodland path.The magnificent steeds pulling the carriage were a sight to behold, their powerful muscles rippling beneath sleek coats as they surged forward with unwavering determination. Each hoofbeat echoed through the forest, a rhythmic symphony of strength and grace. Guiding the carriage with the seasoned finesse of a master navigator was an aged rider, his understanding of the terrain evident in every deft maneuver. He navigated the labyrinthine path

The ancient tome slipped shut, its worn leather whispering secrets Leo barely understood. Just hours ago, the futuristic elevator in the library had seemed like the peak of innovation, a marvel in his backwater duchy. Now, against the vast tapestry of this fantastical realm, it felt like a child's toy. The sprawling cityscape of Fortune dwarfed his domain, humming with the energy of a society transformed by the fusion of science and magic.Once sleepy duchies had blossomed into megacities, their economies soaring on the wings of this technological renaissance.But the prosperity wasn't equally distributed. The affluent, who had swiftly cornered the market, amassed glittering fortunes while the commoners struggled to survive. Kingdoms outside the imperial reach, unwilling to bend the knee, remained stagnant, their technological progress stunted like wilted crops.And that wasn't even the most shocking revelation.The world, he learned, was divided. Humans and elves, once bitter rivals

Leo's heart hammered a frantic tattoo against his ribs, each beat echoing the thunderous approach of the abominations. Their grotesque forms, twisted and contorted by the corrupted mana that fueled them, lurched closer, their sickly green skin pulsing with an otherworldly glow that sent shivers down his spine.These towering monstrosities, standing at a daunting seven feet tall, were a sight to behold, a tableau of nightmares given grotesque life. Some had four arms, each one rippling with bulging muscles that looked like they could crush stone; others had six legs, their insectoid limbs moving with a terrifying speed and precision. As they drew closer, he could see the twisted and mutated features of their faces, each one more grotesque and terrifying than the last. Their eyes glowed with a sickly green light, and their mouths twisted into jagged grins filled with razor-sharp teeth."What in the hell are those?!" he rasped, fear lacing his voice."Corrupted goblins," Mel's voice e