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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 · Fantaisie
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Mission Compromised

Kizaer stood once again at the same observation point. By his side were Joane, Ruth, Shen, and Keila, the one who had once been part of the group that attacked them. Unlike before, Keila looked dreadful.

Her face bore cuts, several fingers on both hands were missing, part of her scalp was exposed, and various other wounds covered her body. Yet, Keila's gaze resembled shattered glass, devoid of light and life. It was as if she were dead but somehow still alive.

"How much time do we have left?" Kizaer asked in a deep voice. Despite his attempt to maintain composure, irritation was already seeping into his demeanour.

"We still have about 10 minutes before the drug completely wears off," Ciona calmly informed Kizaer.

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