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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 · Fantasía
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 Without mercy, red rain, feelings.

The serpent writhed with all its might, the dark discharge humming toward Bandolen, only to be obliterated by the movement of one of his hands. The intoxicating sensation was replaced by pain and despair.

It seemed that the more the serpent struggled, the tighter the grip of the red-arm projection became, as if its suffering and desperation were strengthening Bandolen's technique.

Calmly, Bandolen surveyed the battlefield. His eyes were cold, almost indifferent to what had transpired. The surviving individuals also fell under his scrutinizing gaze. In that fleeting moment, their instincts screamed that death awaited them—not from the serpent, but from the bearer of that piercing stare.

Only when Bandolen's eyes ceased their scrutiny did the survivors' bodies relax. A palpable relief washed over them, as if the sensation of narrowly escaping certain death had never existed before.