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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 · ファンタジー
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137 Chs

112. Storm

Professor Severo was a man who would be considered special by all parameters. This was so not because of his special elemental attribute, but rather, because of his personality as an individual.

Those students had never seen anyone like him.

It turned out that his personality seemed unstable, one moment his demeanor revealed a good mood, and the other his attitude would be that of severity. Unfortunately, they ended up suffering for it.

His first meeting with them had been as severe as it was because he had not been in too good of a mood.

Nevertheless, there was one detail consistent no matter how he felt. This was his method.

The man had strange ways of lecturing them, and each class saw him do something unique and sometimes completely outlandish.

He seemed to embody the academy's capacity to only care about those who indeed rose to meet its standards.