What makes us human? Is it that we are concerned about the future? Is it that the past frequently haunts us? What drives us? What makes us do the things we do?

What does it take to push us over the edge? What would we do after we have been broken and left for dead by the demons of the society? We fight back, tooth and nail, until there can only be one.

This is the story of a man filled with sorrow. He was tested over and over, until he broke. He vowed revenge, and bathed in blood. He changed the course of entire nations. His life was the tree that held up the skies. His life was like the trunk, birthing forth infinite branches, each of them a future, a possibility, as he guided the course of entire nations. All the while, carrying a heavy burden on his shoulders, his soul seeking an end to his pain.

Watch as he defies all odds and rises up to bathe in the blood of the world.

This is a story about the human condition. There will be pain and intense suffering. This story about the tenacity of the human soul.

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This will not contain any VR or Game elements. I would say this would be a typical work of High/Dark Fantasy.

Criticism, no matter how brutal, is greatly welcomed. I only ask that you judge me fairly.

Note:Artwork belongs to its owner and all credit goes to him/her alone. I claim no credit whatsoever.

Edit1: The mature tag was added since a little swear language was used. For Now. Will see how the story progresses and warn about possible gore etc later on.