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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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132 Chs

43. Ghost Town

"You tried to do something fishy there, didn't ya?" Nam teased revealing a knowing smile. Tristan shook his head trying to calm himself down.

"He definitely tried to attack us or something. Kekeke!" Hash gave a boisterous laugh.

"Indeed, there's no reason for him to sweat this much if he did not have underhanded thoughts running in his mind," Leng commented, nodding his head whilst stroking his chin.

"Unfortunately he found he failed before he even started," Hash remarked.

"His instincts live up to the third class. That's why he's lived this long with that much anger," Nam shook his head.

"I didn't try to attack…" Tristan denied. Lying.

"What did you want to do then.. and why are you sweating buckets?" Nam probed, revealing a wry smile.

"I feel lightheaded from fatigue. My sudden movement is causing my heart to race." Tristan explained. His excuse remained good.

"That's a good cover-up," Leng commented seemingly truly impressed.