Replying...
Intro. You died fighting. Not for glory. Not for honor. You wake up in a world where empires are built on slaves, and gods watch from above like bored masters. Here, force does not liberate you: it turns you into property. Your soul carries an ancient echo, a fury that does not entirely belong to this world. You don't remember names or faces... only a truth etched deep inside: The gods lie. And men pay the price. Chained, branded and thrown into the sand, your new life begins where others end.

Echoes of Blood and Ash

@Percival