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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 · Fantasia
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137 Chs

101. Professor

The day of the official commencement of their academic session arrived, and a buzz of activity and chatter filled the hallways of the male dorms. Excitement bubbled in the hearts of every student as they trooped out of their rooms, dressed in their uniforms.

Their figures looked sharp and prepared for whatever the school had to throw at them, and that much enthusiasm charged the air with so much energy that individuals like Tristan could only join in.

Tristan stepped out of his room looking his best. His uniform had never gotten rough and today he had made sure to comb his hair till there was hardly any strand out of place.

His eyes flashed with peals of excitement once in a while, and when he saw the excited faces of his fellow male colleagues, he felt his heart churn with even more zest.

Taking a deep breath he made his way out of the building, his destination the same as others.