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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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126. Dream

The duo spent an hour fighting, and during that period Tristan did not turn wild, leaving him both glad and even more worried. He could not map out the probability of that incident, so he had to remain cautious.

Thankfully, Isril was there to take his mind off that subject. They parted ways right after that tiresome session. Tristan went to take a long bath, soaking himself long enough to drown out the murky feeling in his chest.

He did not know why, but after parting with his silver-haired friend, peace slowly left his chest, even if he could not explain why.

Making his way to the town, he got something to eat before returning with snacks for the night. Although he had trained with Isril, he still had sword practice which he had only missed a few times in the past weeks.

It remained his surefire way of getting rid of any annoying feelings. The only issue was that it caused his clothes usage to spike, leaving him with significant laundry.