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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

41. Let's Start Again

Tristan groaned, regaining consciousness. His lips parted with his groan and he Immediately realized how dry his mouth felt. He tasted the insides of his mouth whilst remaining partially unconscious, before finally, his eyes gained clarity.

Tristan raised his head a bit, feeling like he had been thrust into a whirlwind, but had managed to survive. A whirlwind of beatings, that is. That cursed enforcer had been brutal.

He swept his gaze on his environment, but before he could go into details, fatigue washed over his consciousness and his very bones. He gasped, his head falling onto the pillow below him.

Tristan grunted trying to rub his face with his right palm, when he realized something significant.

'What is this?' he asked himself, managing to raise his head to stare at the black belts that strapped his limbs to the white bed.

He noticed how those belts featured strange shining blue symbols. He quickly understood what they were.