Chains of Faith

The Devourer with the Blood of the Gods on his Fang...

The Pale Rider, Whose Hatred will burn the heavens...

The Lone Sword in an empty battlefield, Screaming in Agony and Despair.

Scattered and Fallen white feathers, Forgotten by Time

The Faithless Believer chained by his own holy oath.

The Wise King of King's Return, The Butterfly flaps it's wings once more.

An age old tale told by common folk. One of legend, one of despair. For whoever gains access to the strongest weapons created by the wise king shall rule over everything.


An immortal tale told across myriads of dimensions, yet the truth still remains hidden. Except for him.

An exorcist on his dying breath. He, Zalman once known as the ultimate demon killer, stared at the gods in which he staked his entire existence for with hatred. His faith shaken to the core. His body battered and broken.

His will shattered and ground to dust. Yet he clung fervently towards the small glimmer of hope. Towards his sworn enemy. A demon.

"If you help me, I help you"

His words echoed in his head, like the sweetest pastry he could ever imagine.

Zalman grinned, "Fine, I'll find out the truth behind this world. I alone shall save it."

The demon gave out a sonorous laughter as he gave Zalman unimaginable power.


Thus began the tale not all, but one of many tales. The faithless believer chained by his holy oath. The fifth prophecy.


The man who would turn his world upside down.

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Hello again. This book is an entry for the 168th WPA. I hope you guys give it a go and I hope you enjoy!

Cover Art by Jeong Min Hyun (Art Station)

If you want the cover removed I'll happily oblige.