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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

59. Vision

Tristan's ears perked up when those words reached his mind and settled down to be digested. He quickly understood what the man intended to say.

"Am I going in there?" He asked recalling how Leng had mentioned that they needed to check the limits of his inheritance.

The old man nodded.

"Then what you mean is, if my body can't handle it... I'll die?" He asked, and to his dismay, the old man facepalmed himself in frustration.

"You are correct," the man commented, and a weird expression could not but form on Tristan's features.

'Why the reaction then!' He yelled inwardly, even if his eyes simply radiated slight irritation.

"Normally you shouldn't have the chance of dying, but you're already someone who's done things worthy of a death sentence, so you'll be given no protective gear whatsoever," The man explained.

"What are my chances of dying?" Tristan asked, now disturbed.