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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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133 Chs

80. Four-Days

"Welp, I'm not certain why it'd choose our vessel," Rita shrugged, hiding her pensive mood. Spirits were better than humans at concealing emotions.

The triplets could only wonder a bit before snapping out of it. It had not even been an hour since they left Gran-Tor and trouble had already washed over them. They could only remain severe at the thought of such attacks occurring several times.

Rita on the other hand kept her eye on Tristan. Then again, how could she not?

The triplets descended to the second deck to voice an apology for the inconvenience. In truth, they had used force to ensure Tristan complied. Mira's fourth-class strength swallowed his attempts, and in mere seconds he had been in his room.