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Divine Beast of Episteme

Kaos, the building block of the universes, the galaxies, the stars, the planets, and every lifeform. An energy capable of achieving feats only considered magical, wonderous, fantastical. The essence of Gods! Here we are on the planet of Nepiter, the skies turned red, the oceans dried up, the mountains crumbled, the continents fractured, and the very skies shattered. These were the characteristics of the cataclysmic event known as the Entry. An event that spelled a new era for all of civilization. As history would have it, creatures of terrible might arose to challenge the supremacy of humans, and as such, those worthy of power equally great emerged to rescale the fields of battle. They were called the "Inheritors". "Touch and power shall be yours." The promise told to those who went before the great crystals. A gift from the world to combat the new threat. The very vessels of that which they sought--unlocking the pathway into their spirit to harness the might of Kaos. Prophecy spoke of a time when the influence of Inheritors would soar beyond those of the days of old, and the new generational humans would reclaim dominion over their terraformed planet. However, only then would perilous times; never again seen since the beginning of the Entry, manifest. For a forgotten child, reborn of the great spirit would emerge to restart an ancient war. One that shook the second heavens. Tristan, a broken boy from ages past came in contact with a certain being and his life changed forever. Or so he thought. ----------------------- Disclaimer: The cover does not belong to me.

Adamoforder · Fantasy
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137 Chs

110. Solution

The sound of Isril's wooden weapon slamming into his opponent's figure thrice reverberated in the entire hall, followed by a wave of weighty silence.

Tristan had asked for solid strikes and as such pain did reach his mind, but not enough to make him wince.

Still.

'What the heck just happened?' Tristan's eyes were wide open, unable to comprehend what had just played out.

"What sort of speed was that?" he lowered his wooden sword since he had lost. Glancing to his right side he saw Isril's figure already returning to where he came from.

The young man had slammed his dagger's side on his back three times.

Words could not explain how Tristan felt. He did not consider his opponent's approach cheating, since he had also planned to move the moment he finished talking. Isril had merely beaten him to It.

"Are you really third class?"

"Yes..." Isril responded as genuinely as possible. "I can show you if you want."