Novels by Soaring Scribe

They also say that force rests in the flesh. That energy that travels along veins, pivoting a huge amount of him as a member of it is even of a more primeval nature.  At night in the silver woods the moon will shed its light. Shadows will wildly flare, and deep from the sewers of frozen streets will be heard Kaiju making eerie violent noises like thunder blaring in the distance.  To Farouk it has come: those scary rings in his ear as he sleeps, while he isn't being addressed. The flames of all elements slither around his fingertips.  In his blood the water that engulfs him. The intense anger that chokes around his heart as earth rumbles. Gloria far ahead of the level of towers is seen by those, exactly at the place where eyes glow like stars and skin glistens.  As a confidential asset, they have a Minecraft verse, with want for their power.  The glorious Tournament of Kaiju is something that people with lofty status and blood have as a reason to betray their fellow man. It will be a great hurt to them because of this.  This so-called sport is definitely not to be termed a game, but an occultic oath that slices through the globe. Plus, the image of Colonel Edeagwu is portrayed by primeval spirits. This fact places a consultancy with old symbols and precious items while it's coerced with spectres of foreign nature.  As the wheels are still progressing, the doors are yet to open. Flourishing bonds will break, when the words of the world shall rise, alongside when they'll die.