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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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Self Pride

*Boom* *crkkkkk*

 Kizaer's fist collided with the minor abomination's chest, and an audible thud could be heard, followed by the grotesque and brutal sound of flesh and bones being crushed reverberating throughout the environment.

Krrrrruuuuuuuuuuaaaarrrrrrrr The abomination let out a ghostly roar in response to the pain caused by the horrible sensation of its flesh being torn at an incomprehensible speed.

Kizaer's fist penetrated the entire muscle section and was stopped by the bones of the minor abomination's rib cage.

The projection of the Crimson Cut technique, which was being energized by Kizaer's internal violence aura, dissipated, and as Kizaer retracted his right fist, his waist was turning, and he switched his combat stance, putting his weight into the next blow with his left hand.