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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 · Fantasie
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Bloody Asura - Part 1

The journey back home was as peaceful as the one to the Han residence. Kizaer slowly made his way back to his abode.

After receiving one of Mayare's customary morning visits, during which she always brought him some fruits, Kizaer proudly displayed the wounds on his body, recounting his adventure like a warrior returning from a battlefield. "And there's this one, Aunt Mayare. It happened when I took down the monkey that attacked me from the left!"

Kizaer grinned as he narrated his own exploits. Mayare, in turn, listened attentively to the tales of the boy she had watched grow up, developing a certain fondness for him.

At a certain point, Mayare remarked, "My dear Kizaer, there's something different about you." She approached him and gently stroked his hair. For a few moments, Mayare's gaze made Kizaer feel like he was looking at an entirely different person from the Mayare he had known since childhood.