Author's note: I'll be releasing chapter one asap and I plan to release chapter two not long after, but for everything after that I'm not going to promise any schedule. I'm writing this mostly for the concept and I'm not really happy with my style yet, but enjoy anyways and please comment your thoughts and suggestions.

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‘Ah, so it is. That time has come at last.’ Thought Berrick as he lay on the ground. ‘Who’d of thought it would be something like this?’

Berrick, the famous Wizard of Spires, one of the greatest earth mages to ever grace the world, was dying. A small goblin’s spear had pierced his heart, and his cleric was too far away to heal him in time. A one in a million chance that a mere goblin would strike just the right place at just the right time to end a legend.

Even worse, as the world around him faded, he saw the goblin immediately evolve into a unique Earthen Spearmaster. That would be troublesome for his allies. He didn’t get to see if they were able to deal with it or not due to his death. After his vision had faded completely, it began to reappear, but his surroundings were different this time. Finally, he’d been wondering when the Judge would appear.

There, in front of him, on an enormous white throne, dressed all in white, with light emanating from his head so bright that Berrick had to avert his gaze, was the Judge. Those who were reincarnated with his gifts had sometimes told legends about him. Berrick knew enough people and read enough books that he was prepared for this. The Judge was the one who would look over an individual’s entire life and decide their fate. Whether they would go to heaven or hell, be reincarnated with or without a gift, or simply have their soul dissipated into oblivion. There was also the chance of being sent to a Hall of Heroes. If an individual’s life were great enough, they would be sent to the Hall which suited them best.

Berrick, being one of the greatest earth mages of his time was certain he would be sent to one of the Halls. He had participated in all sorts of adventures all across the world, fought for kingdoms and empires, built cities and slew monsters. He had even ventured into hell and fought demons on their own turf.

Berrick looked as far up the massive body of the Judge as he could without being blinded by the light, and heard the Judge speak in a deep, booming voice.

“Your destination is hell.”