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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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87. Corridor of Headmasters

Snapping their heads in the direction the voice originated from, all students felt astonishment unfold in their minds when their eyes landed on the figure of a man floating outside the ship's barrier.

The person, dressed in a modest yet elegant purple robe, floated with an air of confidence and authority.

His hands were clasped behind his back, and as the wind blew, the fabric of his robe billowed and swayed gracefully. His presence was commanding and awe-inspiring.

His figure exuded class and his condescending gaze prickled at the hearts of those students.

They could sense all that in one glance not because their skills were impressive, rather the expert did not hide anything.

"Test?" Tristan muttered, confused. He postponed his astonishment to later since the ship started to tilt itself back to normalcy, and he had to run at the same pace before he could jump and plant his feet on the wooden deck.