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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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Rest is also a part of the training

On this day, eight consecutive days had passed since the suspension period that the No Luck Team had received from the Free Feathers Martial Arts School.

Currently, Kizaer was, as usual, sitting on his cultivation mat, meditating, and practicing the mantra of the Violent God Technique.

After everything that happened at the Han Clan's residence, Rymann Bandolen was summoned there, where he learned about the mischief the pair of friends had gotten into and the new injury Kizaer had suffered.

"Well, well. It seems you're truly determined to gain experiences for a clearer understanding of your cultivation path, aren't you, you little rascal?" Kizaer shuddered as his grandfather uttered these words before picking up the boy and flying out of the Han Clan's house, returning to their own home.