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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

137. Ranged

"A hassle," Tristan grit his teeth, even if he quickly moved to stab his blade into the heads of the dolls whose legs he had severed. His kill count increased to three.

However, the other two did not give him a moment to breathe as they recovered from his kick and recklessly lunged at him.

Tristan discovered that one detail made the test more bearable: the dolls lacked advanced intelligence. While they were programmed to work together as a group, their capabilities were limited. They still exhibited a simple, predictable approach to offense.

Utilizing highly evasive footwork, Tristan's figure shifted between the two dolls, who suddenly realized they had lost their target. However, before the duo could respond, they fell apart from their waists, having been cut through by Tristan as he passed.

Many students gasped in shock and awe at the sight, realizing they had inadvertently cheered him on. Isril, however, openly praised his friend's expert display.