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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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Ciona’s Determination (2)

Time seemed to slow down for a few moments. Ciona's field of vision seemed to be narrowing with each passing second, and the only thing she could focus on was Kizaer standing in front of her.

One, two, three steps, inhale, four, five, six steps, exhale, change of angle and balance point, inhale, flexing the oblique abdominal muscles, exhale. Ciona's body was pumping air and blood like a machine.

She could even hear the strong beats of her heart pounding in her ears.

Ciona's heart was burning so intensely that it felt like it and her entire body were on fire. The strain and demand of the constant rhythm of the Nascent Art Steps of Aeolus was a complex mix of accumulated effort and accumulated power.