I was the Ashlord -a primordial, an apex predator amongst beasts, commanding legions. I fell, despite my power, although not due to the strength of my enemies, but the betrayal of my own kind. A voice whispered to me as I lay dying on the cold ground, promising rebirth and revenge.
Accepting his offer, I fell into a timeless sleep.
I awaken to the cold and crushing dark of a forgotten grave and discover that I have changed. No longer a primordial force of nature, I now inhabit the body of a once immortal cultivator. The very same one that tried to claim my core as I lay dying. He is part of me now, a fragment, sharing space with the Ashlord, and the tricky spirit that pulled us all together.
What am I now? And will I be able to resist the siren song of revenge and redemption?
