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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

124. Desperate Fool, Or A Determined Man?

A pensive atmosphere was the situation between Tristan and Isril. Both were seated on the benches provided within the changing room, and their expressions mirrored their troubled thoughts.

Isril stared into the air, processing all that Tristan had just told him. He trembled, allowing his gaze to land on his new friend. He struggled to imagine everything he had told him and even wondered if all he had heard was too much.

"You sure you want to trust me with that?" Isril asked at some point, swallowing hard, waiting for Tristan's response.

"I wondered that too, then I remembered that even if you knew, and if all the class knew, it wouldn't change anything," Tristan explained, his tone soft and thoughtful.

All Tristan had told him was how he had lost his memories and been found by the enforcers. He didn't give too many details, and omitted ones like how he had killed, or the ones where he had an adopted mother.