by happierwinter
Zwei is a runt. A half-born. Talentless with both blade and magic. Endlessly doubted, cast aside, and the sole successor of his late father, the Weeping Sword. One day during an excursion gone wrong, Zwei stumbles upon the corpse of a deceased god and claims its inheritance. This was a heaven-sent opportunity, but how could Heaven spare any manpower when they're fighting a war of their own? Currently on hiatus! I want to revise the tone of the story so far and write a sizeable backlog, see you all soon!
