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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

136. Jump

Clenching his teeth, Tristan facepalmed himself before bowing his head since he felt the gaze of his colleagues land on his back. That announcement had birthed deafening silence. He didn't like it.

Isril bowed his own figure to match his friend's

"I knew this would happen," Tristan commented, feeling courage-deprived. His eyebrow twitched in slight annoyance, but he knew the professor would resort to that approach just as he had said.

"I guess there's no better way to teach us how not to use Kaos than to send the only person who can't.." Isril responded, slightly giggling even if he stopped to look the other way thanks to Tristan's glare.

A few seconds passed when Tristan heaved a helpless sigh, allowing his shoulders to fall. He prepared to stand.

"Don't worry, you've got this," Isril cheered, straightening his back when Tristan rose to prepare to step out.

"I hope I do."