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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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Ponderations and changes

Kizaer was in the meditation room, sitting cross-legged on the cultivation mat. Unlike other times, he didn't have his eyes closed while internalizing the mantra of the Violent Divinity.

Kizaer pondered the past few weeks since he began cultivating the Violent Divinity Technique and some notable occurrences in his personal reactions.

For some reason, he needed to maintain double the attention during any kind of combat he participated in—whether it was training at the Martial School, practicing in the Ciona courtyard, hunting during missions beyond the city walls, or even exterminating minor abominations at the cardinal seals.

The main issue bothering Kizaer was his combat style. Although he had become an expert in two styles—the first used for neutralizing enemies and the second, according to Rymann, belonged to a close friend known as Gentle Mountain.