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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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Reunions 2

Joane entered the Courtyard of Intrepidity and walked slowly. Her clothes were stained with coagulated blood, dirt, and small pieces of leaves. The makeshift bandage made from Kizaer's clothes still clung to Joane's side.

Now that she was in a safe environment, her body relaxed, and the absence of adrenaline allowed the pain to resurface, the girl grimaced but did not allow this obstacle to stand in her way.

As Joane crossed the courtyard, the servants and female warriors paused in their tasks to observe her. They all knew what had happened, and Joane's return, walking on her own feet, was a matter of honor within the Armanci Clan and so, all who witnessed her passing greeted her silently with their fist in their hands.