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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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66. Bespectacled Beauty

Tristan felt his consciousness float in deep darkness until a certain light exuding warmth appeared. In truth, he had only been aware of the darkness when the light arrived.

His eyes parted, and they fell on a white ceiling.

"I'm tired of going through this over and over," he muttered, grunting in mental exhaustion.

It took him a couple of seconds, however, to realize he wasn't in one of those facility rooms. This place resembled a more casual location. Like a real bedroom.

It was!

Sitting up, he noted how normal he felt. Everything worked perfectly. Needless to say, he felt glad. His eyes flashed with images of the last time he was conscious, and he winced.

"They said they would let me die," he clicked his tongue sweeping his gaze on the room.

Currently, he sat on one of the; if not the best beds he had slept on since he arose from the ocean. Featuring white sheets it very much stood out in that orange-painted room.