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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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Intuition and precaution.

What is more terrifying?

Is it facing a powerful enemy, one you can meet head-on, locking eyes with them in a display of bravery and defiance even in the face of certain death? Or is it confronting an adversary who can silently take lives all around you, their presence imperceptible?

Seeing each member of the group fall, one by one, undoubtedly shattered the leader's morale. His ability to think rationally, with cold logic, had been shaken. The only thought that occupied his mind was survival, whether it meant using the wounded comrade in his hands or even sacrificing Keila for it.

That decision acted as a trigger in the leader's mind, as if a mental lock had been undone right at that moment. And so he did it: abandoning the injured team member, he simply said, "Keila, the mission has failed. Let's retreat now."