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Echoes of Sacrifice

This is a world where **Flux** is the energy governs life and creation. Through Flux, wondrous feats are possible, along with the creation of diverse ways and techniques for empowerment. Some have developed techniques to enhance their bodies, making them nearly unbeatable. Others have honed their affinity for the elements, becoming walking disasters. And there are those who have elevated their minds, gaining the ability to manipulate matter and calling themselves Magi. Furthermore, some individuals have synchronized their very beings with Flux, undergoing transformation into new forms. Meanwhile, wars between kingdoms and conflicts over resources and territorial expansion are frequent. In times of adversity, talented individuals rise to leave their mark on history. But only true legends endure against all odds. An inheritance stained by blood and the sacrifices of many—a life of violence and bloodied hands—haunts those who seek power. Choose your path to power—use Flux and shape history. ========= Hello to everyone! So I'm currently reviewing and editing some chapters, improving the writing and fixing some grammar mistakes. As per it goes; the newest chapters are already edited, and I'll start with the old ones before this book starts to get too big. if you find something out of place please point it though the comments, I'll be sincerely appreciate. Once Again, thank you and good reading!! also, don't forget to vote with power stones! Haha.

Windbladex · Fantasy
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Asura’s Arms

*Booomm*

A scarlet flash appeared on the horizon. Trees, vegetation, animals, and parts of the terrain, all that was near the epicenter of that explosion, turned to dust within seconds.

The oppressive sensation spreading through the region acted like a merciless tumor, claiming a piece of life that didn't belong to it.

*Huff… Huff…* Old Wei breathed rapidly; his stamina and spiritual energy of his internal reserves of Flux were only half full. The prolonged battle against Bandolen had proven to be far beyond the old warrior's personal capabilities.

Old Wei wiped the sweat from his mustache face and the blood trickling from his nose. "You are a Machiavellian bastard Bandolen! Not only did you pretend to breathe normally from the moment I approached your house…"

"But even during our discussion, when you released part of your aura and I did the same, our was clash nearly evenly matched, but in the end you were also pretending."