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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

130. Vibrating

That trend continued for the entire class. The professor explained for a bit before giving them harsh tasks that had even harsher consequences for failure. At the end of the four hours, not one person could brag that he had his energy left.

Tristan and Isril heaved their way out of the hall. His head spun and his lips had grown parched. He had sweat so much he felt dehydrated. The same could be said for Isril who now looked pale. His steps were sluggish and his eyes looked dead.

Then again, the entire class felt that way, they could only sigh whilst they struggled down the hallways.

Tristan felt his mood plunge when the intense sun reached his eyes and its heat swept his face the second they stepped out.

Isril giggled, knowing exactly what he thought. He frowned even if he eventually plunged himself into the scalding heat above.