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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

74. Siblings

The cool evening breeze caressed their figures whilst the moon's silver radiance poured down upon that scenery, granting it a vitality far different from that of the daytime.

Stella sat on the wooden porch, her legs in between the wooden platform that served as the stand for the wooden rails.

Her blonde hair fluttered and swayed graciously in the moving wind — The moonlight seemed to make her skin glow.

Stella sat in thought, and Tristan found himself staring at that magical sight. His sister.

Before she could notice his gaze, he approached her to sit beside her. She eyed his figure but limited herself to remain silent before returning her gaze to the sky.

Tristan sighed inwardly. A couple days prior Rosetta had spoken to him concerning their stale relationship.

She had tabled strong reasons related to their duties to the nation, but he knew she merely wanted the duo to grow close.