Warlock Chronicles

The primordial waters, full of algae and unicellular organisms...not quite how one would imagine the end of the world, is it? The goal is to evolve and reach the land. Use your teeth, claws, stings, and whatever else you deem appropriate to take down your opponents and survive in the New World.

A great con artist can cheat anyone, even death itself. But eventually even they would run out of tricks. And death? Well, death is patient. It was a battle he couldn't, win but one he had to fight lest he risked falling into the darkness again. But he had nothing to aid him this time around. No allies nor friends. No skills. Not even a body. But what he does have are his wits. Will that be enough this time? Well, challenge accepted. Let the game begin!

A titan and a wave of paralyzing cold, like a hammer and anvil, are about to flatten the pitiful remnants of the surviving players. What should a simple psychic do in this case? Jump through portals and worlds in search of fragments of a key that will open the door to the Underworld!