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Worldwalker Archmage's Return

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Dying is the world of Iverssorn, plunging evermore into despair and chaos with the rising tide of Tainted Magic sweeping over the warring Kingdoms and sowing death by the millions its master Sicelboros who Perished the Sun, when Li Tanrin was summoned from his everyday college life into the Kingdom of Moros Tyr by God, to assume the identity of a young mage called Ewan Sorrenswal, and save the world alongside the other Heroes from his homeland known as the Worldwalkers. Rising to be the Archmage of Moros Tyr, he battled the forces of Sicelboros together with the other Worldwalkers and rode peace across the boundaries of the Human Kingdoms, and he crawled his way to the top and eventually ventured into the Crimson Sands with the forces of man to slay the Titan of the White Tower. All to be betrayed by his fellow Worldwalkers. Murderers all, they stripped him of his staff and his bones they tore from his skin -they had no intention of returning home. Why would they? as they were all but gods in this land, blessed by The God who had sent them here, and so they had worked together with Sicelboros. As Li Tanrin lay there, slowly drowning in his own pool of blood, choking in the body of Ewan Sorrenswal, all his ten years of fighting for naught, he swore only revenge. Upon failure, God sent him back to earth, where he slowly reintegrated with modern society and his own college life and part-time job... waiting... until a second chance arose, to Return.
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Chapter 1 - Darkest Hour #1

Pain.

Torturous slow pain.

Excruciating agony beyond what he had ever felt.

Fuck.

He decided to fuck it.

Li Tanrin, known to this world as Ewan Sorrenswal, Archmage of Moros Tyr and the fifth-ever Dragonlord, crawled slowly towards his staff.

He could hear their murmured discussion -his friends. Hah. Friends. What great friends they were.

Herman, Kiyoko, Thomas, Alice, Enrico, the lot of them. Yeah. He remembered them now.

The ones who had journeyed to this world together with him, the only people who understood him for the past ten years as they warred, travelled, and feasted alongside each other.

Had they ever understood him? His yearning to go home? He was sure they did. Now, not so much.

"Stop struggling." Alice crouched over him, wearing the most disgustingly neutral expression, as if she had nothing to do with him bleeding out on the floor.

Yeah, two lacerations on the leg and chest, a hole through the gut and a crushed arm. Suffocatingly painful each one of them.

Li Tanrin spat a clot of blood at the French girl's perfect face.

"Fuck... fuck you." He smiled weakly and gave her the finger.

She scrunched her nose and calmly wiped the blood from her face.

"Spare yourself some pain, motherfucker. It's over."

The others came round now.

They were inside the White Tower. A very black and macabre place really, whatwith the hanging corpses draping the black vaulting walls and the muffled screams coming from the iron wicker cages that hung from chains in the overarching cathedral-like ceiling.

The White Tower was where the Last Titan, Sicelboros, Perisher of Light, the guy who frigging goddamn darkened the sun.

The guy whom God brought them over to fight and get it over with.

They could've won, easy. Each one of them Worldwalkers were op as fuck and had a ton of experience doing stuff like this.

Ten years.

Ten years it took, to get here to the Crimson Sands.

Ten years and now -they suddenly stabbed him in the back.

Thomas grabbed his cheeks now in his gloved hand. "You see, Tanrin, we didn't want this to happen. But you just had to keep pestering us to go back. What's so good back home? Infinitely inflating prices and Covid? We're gods here. Pestilence can hardly touch us and the economy is what we say it is. But we could tell you weren't one to listen, so -sorry but not sorry- goodbye. You're too powerful to keep around as you might go ahead and kill ol' Sicelboros over there for us, and God might just send us home. That's not something we're willing to risk."

A great shadow came down from the throne in the far center of the room now, an oppressive force that could be felt weighty on the skin.

Sicelboros towered over him now, a tall robed figure reminding him of Cthulhu from Lovecraft's works.

"So... you're that one Worldwalker who rejects the power of the gods?" He hissed.

"What are the rest of you Worldwalkers waiting for? Kill him. His sorcery is not to be underestimated."

Fuck. He'd almost grasped his staff. His fingers were but an inch away now.

Kiyoko stood apart now, her face turned away as if too shamed to talk to him. Yeah, that's right, bitch. I saved your goddamn life. Nevermind, what's that to those heartless motherfuckers? If only he had a cig right now, he'd just go in peace. Ah. Sweet succour from this blinding pain.

"Stop playing with him, Thomas. Just end it. It's no time for your personal feud."

"Yeah, yeah, what what." Thomas rolled his eyes and drew a common iron dagger. Hah. Of course. Even the weakest weapon rarity can penetrate the glass cannon body of a mage.

He felt every inch of the razor-sharp blade tearing through his neck. Why was he so lucid? Shouldn't he have fainted now? He didn't know, but he could feel sleep coming around behind his eyes now. So pleasant. Warm. If only he could rage once more...

He opened his eyes.

He was standing once more on a cloud, just like when he'd first came to Iverssorn, when he'd first met God.

God was there now, a white figure so bright he could hardly see even when squinting his eyes out.

"What was that, God? Did you send me to this fucking world just to toil for ten years and then suffer such humiliation at the hands of the other Worldwalkers? Why the fuck did you even pick these guys who didn't even want to kill Sicelboros? Hah, I don't even care now. I just want to go home by this point."

"You can if you want to."

"What's that supposed to mean? All these ten years that'd been the only thing I desired, and now you say that? What was the point then?"

"You failed. Sicelboros yet lives. Your friends will continue to do whatever they wish in Iverssorn. But you can go home now, as you are a Failed Hero. Goodbye, and thank you for trying."

Li Tanrin spat onto the ground now. "I hope your world dies. Adieux."

The God said nothing and pointed to a far distance in the clouds, a doorway had appeared.

Li Tanrin headed over there, and all went white.

He woke up for the second time in a span of what felt like a few minutes. It was his alarm clock. He was in his own dorm, just above the college where he'd been studying before he'd been torn away from this life.

The skies outside his window were grey and lifeless, and rain poured heavy.

He went back to sleep.