Angel is part of your average family. An elf mother, a human father. Both non-adventurers looking to live their normal lives. Oh there is one tiny detail, she is a ghost. A baby ghost at that.
Every time when I die, I respawn as a trash-mob at the very bottom of the dungeon. It’s a rather troublesome existence, but honestly, I think I’ve managed to adapt.
(Complete!) (Ultra slow burn)
In the Avalyne Empire, there is only one way to achieve greatness: exhibition matches. Those who possess the power to bestow god-given gifts known as Crests stand tall and proud as nobles, supporting their knights who wade into battle for the sake