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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

78. Fall

Madame Rita stepped forward at that juncture in their interaction. Tristan had calmed down even if the spirit still irked him.

"I apologize for my behavior," she bowed, floating before the duo. Stella could only reveal an uncomfortable smile, while Tristan merely glared at her. At least for a bit. He noticed how her see-through dress seemingly flowed in the wind. Strange.

"Madame Rita…" He muttered, suddenly realizing something. One of the triplets beat him to it, however.

"Yes, this ship is named Rita… after her," she giggled, catching his attention. All triplets were brown-haired, and for some reason; most likely intentional, they had all styled their hair the same.

"Aren't spirits supposed to depart from the body of a human when they die?… were you once human?" Tristan questioned, referencing knowledge he had gotten from Rosetta.

Madame Rita giggled, she had heard that same question an innumerable amount of times.