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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.

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A conversation between old friends

"So… is this where that old, mangy mutt is living now?" Old Wei asked in his raspy, weathered voice, pointing toward Rymann Bandolen's house.

Kizaer merely smirked. "Yes, Senior Old Wei, this is where my grandfather and I live."

"Humph!" Old Wei huffed at Kizaer's response before continuing. "And so, 'Old Thing,' you notice the presence of an acquaintance in front of your house but pretend to be crippled in your cultivation? You hear the voice of someone who has helped you so much, yet you feign deafness?"

Old Wei took a step toward the door, continuing his complaints. "What's next? When I'm standing right in front of you, will you pretend to be blind as well?"

Some seconds later: "Tsk." An irritated tongue-click echoed from inside the house.

"It's impossible not to notice your presence, you've smelled like wild beast dung since the moment you crossed the northern gates." The door creaked open slowly, revealing a displeased-looking Bandolen.