A corrupt King sits the throne.
The last generation of heroes have gone extinct.
The lands are as green and as promising as they ever were.
The Gods watch with interest and they wait.
As next the next uprising comes from the most unlikely of places.

A slow burn novel.

"On wings of want, eyes cast their gaze, see him, declare what fore, who goes, and what knave," Verdant murmured to himself, feeling the strength gather in his chest, and feeling something else begin to swirl about him. A passion that he wasn't used to. Not the passion of seeing his Lord served, but the passion of something else. With the next words of his poem, he raised his voice, and he saw them spoken aloud. "PIERCE THE LIGHT!" He declared. "LAY TREMBLE TO THE SEA!"


Chapter 1849 - Old Boulders - Part 6