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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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Blades of Dream

The first rays of morning had not yet burst forth in the East; the world was still covered by a delicate tapestry of sky-blue and lingering bright points. The rustling sound of tree leaves danced with the gentle whispers of the breeze, as if heralding the end of the pre-dawn thread.

In Shen's courtyard, a serene sound: the soft sweep of a broom against the ground, echoed. His servants had already begun their early-morning tasks. At the back of Shen's courtyard, nestled within a small gazebo, Shen sat, deep in contemplation, reviewing the events of the day.

With closed eyes, Mendy, Shen's young personal servant, stood nearby. She had arranged a cup, a teapot filled with Shen's favorite brew, and some dried fruits he enjoyed nibbling on. Mendy knew that whenever Shen faced a serious decision or approached a pivotal point in his research, he sought solace in the gazebo at the rear of his courtyard.