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Divine Beast of Episteme

Kaos, the building block of the universes, the galaxies, the stars, the planets, and every lifeform. An energy capable of achieving feats only considered magical, wonderous, fantastical. The essence of Gods! Here we are on the planet of Nepiter, the skies turned red, the oceans dried up, the mountains crumbled, the continents fractured, and the very skies shattered. These were the characteristics of the cataclysmic event known as the Entry. An event that spelled a new era for all of civilization. As history would have it, creatures of terrible might arose to challenge the supremacy of humans, and as such, those worthy of power equally great emerged to rescale the fields of battle. They were called the "Inheritors". "Touch and power shall be yours." The promise told to those who went before the great crystals. A gift from the world to combat the new threat. The very vessels of that which they sought--unlocking the pathway into their spirit to harness the might of Kaos. Prophecy spoke of a time when the influence of Inheritors would soar beyond those of the days of old, and the new generational humans would reclaim dominion over their terraformed planet. However, only then would perilous times; never again seen since the beginning of the Entry, manifest. For a forgotten child, reborn of the great spirit would emerge to restart an ancient war. One that shook the second heavens. Tristan, a broken boy from ages past came in contact with a certain being and his life changed forever. Or so he thought. ----------------------- Disclaimer: The cover does not belong to me.

Adamoforder · Fantaisie
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105. Strangers

Tristan ended up falling asleep there and having swung his blade for two hours straight before growing fatigued, he ended up sleeping for a bit over an hour.

Slowly parting his eyelids, he allowed his gaze to fall on the world around him. He sighed turning to lay on his back. His expression darkened instantly.

"What are you doing here?" He asked the figure sitting on a tree branch not too far from him. She had her legs crossed and looked at him with an amused smile.

He felt vexed.

"Nothing much," Viera responded. "I tracked you after you vanished from the cafeteria."

"You're meddling," Tristan retorted, sitting up. He looked to his left side where his unsheathed blade was. He picked it up and stood, putting it in the scabbard attached to his back.

"I know. But someone had to watch out for you while you slept. The island is safe but there are still little creatures that can do you harm. Like insects or normal snakes."