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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 · Fantasi
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Hurdle? Bottleneck?

Rymann Bandolen could already see the City of Repose in the distance. Today, nothing unusual happened with the cardinal seals, there were no more fragments of the black orb, and the manifestations of the abominations were not as apparent as before.

'Humph, it seems the cat and mouse game has already begun. Let's see how long you can keep hidden from me.' Rymann Bandolen thought to himself as he flew over the southern district and headed home.

In the early evening, as he landed in front of his humble home, Bandolen extended his hand and effortlessly opened the decrepit front door. The roles seemed to have reversed, as in the main room, Kizaer was sitting as comfortably as he could be due to his broken leg, meditating with his eyes closed, completely focused on the mantra of the Violent Deity technique.