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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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122. Crazed

Isril fell to the ground since he had frozen Tristan's left side. He coughed violently, experiencing a world of pain thanks to his broken ribs. Spitting out the blood that had rushed to his throat, he cleared his insides before making that small puddle of blood and tissue freeze.

His mind still buzzed from what had just happened, and truth be told, he felt a tad bit shaken up. Were it not for his affinity, he believed he would have been close to death's door.

Fortunately, his healing kicked in, and in no time the little damage done to his insides and his broken rib vanished, granting him relief.

Or so he thought.

The sound of his ice casing cracking reached his ears, and he snapped his head up, surprised. He had not frozen Tristan's head to ensure he did not die, but still, his recovery rate was abnormal. Then again, he recalled whom he was fighting.