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Spirit’s Awakening: The Path of Lightning and Water

7/31/2024~ In the process of editing and updating my earlier chapters. I personally believe the story starts to improve and find it's way a bit more around chapter 50+. Hopefully can make some adjustments in earlier chapters when I have the time, but pacing slows down into a more measured rate as I start finding my groove. I give the content more time to breathe instead of going so fast. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the realm of Nexaria, where elemental spirits and divine beings shape the fate of the world as a land of mortals striving to become gods against the demons of the Abyssal universe, a young boy named Lassim Vanthar embarks on an extraordinary journey of advancement, adventure and becoming a bastion for those around him in their fight against the Dragal. Born into a noble family with a legacy of Fire elemental martial prowess, Lassim possesses an unparalleled gift on his 8th birthday—a connection to two differing elemental spirits, a feat unheard of in the history of his world. A gift and a tampering of the order until now that is an omen. It is a sign of the Gods influencing the future fate of Nexaria on a more serious level. Lassim must harness the power of his dual spirits to protect his loved ones and confront the looming threat of the Abyss' encroachment on his universe, but one step at a time as he grows from just a tool of the God's to a major power as the hero of not only Nexaria, but the entire universe. Lassim faces daunting challenges, battles fierce adversaries, and unlocks the mysteries of his own destiny that has been tampered with by the Gods of this universe. How will he react and adapt to his situations? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is my first ever novel. I’m a new author and still learning how to tell a story. Please understand that when reading. Thank you.

JPNovelFan · Fantasy
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333 Chs

Tea House

The hostess that approached wore a chiton that was semi-sheer and embroidered with lightning patterns. Its fabric shimmering and somewhat revealing to what was underneath as she moved to greet them.

"Welcome to Kýpello Keravnós. How may I assist you today?" she asked with a bright smile.

Mirana stepped forward. "A table for three in the lounge area, please. My friend is performing later this afternoon."

"Of course," the hostess replied, her voice melodic and soothing. She led them through the tea house, her strut graceful and fluid. Her lithe movements drew the eyes of a few of the men and women disciples sitting at the tables she passed.

The interior was even more enchanting than the exterior, with low tables surrounded by plush cushions in rich hues of blue and purple. The walls were adorned with delicate tapestries that accented the overall mood.