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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 · Fantasi
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137 Chs

128. Punishment

"You who did not complete it please step forward," Sir Severo called out when the ten-minute timer ended. More than he expected, many of them had completed the task. Except now they were on the ground, as though dead. He liked that sight, however.

Seventeen students stepped forward with terror evident in their eyes. None of the new students were part of them, as such Sir Severo could only shake his head in proper disappointment.

He hated mediocrity. There was much they had no knowledge about. Dangers that they did not even know roamed the planet. He had seen some, and those terrors forced an urgency in his heart to bring up men who could do much better than he could.

Those seventeen arrived before him, and he descended to allow his gaze to land on them. They could not see a hint of the disappointment he felt. But they knew it.