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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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Time to go, a little challenge (2)

Kizaer fixed his gaze on Mary and said, "Interesting, if we can prove what we're capable of, I would be very grateful to help that… How should I address you?" Mary gave a small victorious smile while being scorched by the glares of Justine and Lagertha.

"You can call me Mary Armanci," Mary replied composedly, still with her hand on Joane's shoulder.

Kizaer, who was staring at Mary, shifted his gaze from her to Joane, from Joane to her, and turned his neck slightly to the side with a mildly confused expression.

"Any problem, my boy?" Mary asked, curious to know what reaction this little rascal who dared to court her precious daughter within the Armanci Clan's lodgings would have.

"You two are somewhat alike, I mean. Aunt Mary is very beautiful, and I think any man's heart would race just by being near you." When those words came out of Kizaer's mouth, Joane and Ciona felt a horrendous and almost uncontrollable impulse to facepalm.