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Spirit’s Awakening: The Path of Lightning and Water

7/31/2024~ In the process of editing and updating my earlier chapters. I personally believe the story starts to improve and find it's way a bit more around chapter 50+. Hopefully can make some adjustments in earlier chapters when I have the time, but pacing slows down into a more measured rate as I start finding my groove. I give the content more time to breathe instead of going so fast. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the realm of Nexaria, where elemental spirits and divine beings shape the fate of the world as a land of mortals striving to become gods against the demons of the Abyssal universe, a young boy named Lassim Vanthar embarks on an extraordinary journey of advancement, adventure and becoming a bastion for those around him in their fight against the Dragal. Born into a noble family with a legacy of Fire elemental martial prowess, Lassim possesses an unparalleled gift on his 8th birthday—a connection to two differing elemental spirits, a feat unheard of in the history of his world. A gift and a tampering of the order until now that is an omen. It is a sign of the Gods influencing the future fate of Nexaria on a more serious level. Lassim must harness the power of his dual spirits to protect his loved ones and confront the looming threat of the Abyss' encroachment on his universe, but one step at a time as he grows from just a tool of the God's to a major power as the hero of not only Nexaria, but the entire universe. Lassim faces daunting challenges, battles fierce adversaries, and unlocks the mysteries of his own destiny that has been tampered with by the Gods of this universe. How will he react and adapt to his situations? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is my first ever novel. I’m a new author and still learning how to tell a story. Please understand that when reading. Thank you.

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Mind Invasion

As Lassim was herded through the forest, the line of dead or dying trees abruptly ended, revealing a village that was the embodiment of the macabre and the feral.

At first glance, it appeared as a sinister spread of dwellings made of ice and bone, set under the oppressive night sky. 

The homes, if they could even be called that, were more like an animal graveyard. Fashioned from the skeletons of colossal beasts, their bones formed twisted archways and ominous doorways with ice filling the spaces between the bones. 

The glinting of the ice upon the frozen carcasses like the frozen tears of a multitude of weeping gods.

More wildlings slowly emerged, their gait silent but predatory, moving with a grace towards the hunting squad that was as beautiful as it was chilling. 

They regarded Lassim with a curiosity that was far from benign, their eyes glinting with the anticipation of untamed appetites.