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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 · Fantasie
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133 Chs

95. Food

Viera was a young lady who sported eyes the same color as her hair; green. Her figure, although short, remained endowed enough for Tristan to notice.

Sporting a crop blue jacket and black inner Tristan could not but sense class, her slightly short blue pleated plaid skirt and long legging gave way for a bit of skin to be revealed. He felt the attraction to look, which he did, but only for a slight second.

Her entire figure seemed to glow, and Tristan found it very strange. She also smelled nice, which was the first detail he had noticed when they bumped into each other.

"Nice to meet you… eight class," she joked, but her words had a different effect on him. In less than a minute of their encounter, he already wished to leave.

Viera was pretty, Too pretty for his comfort. Her entire figure appealed to him in a way he found uncomfortable. How had he not noticed her much earlier?

"You're seventh class?" He asked, guessing. He guessed right.