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Echoes of Sacrifice

This is a world where **Flux** is the energy governs life and creation. Through Flux, wondrous feats are possible, along with the creation of diverse ways and techniques for empowerment. Some have developed techniques to enhance their bodies, making them nearly unbeatable. Others have honed their affinity for the elements, becoming walking disasters. And there are those who have elevated their minds, gaining the ability to manipulate matter and calling themselves Magi. Furthermore, some individuals have synchronized their very beings with Flux, undergoing transformation into new forms. Meanwhile, wars between kingdoms and conflicts over resources and territorial expansion are frequent. In times of adversity, talented individuals rise to leave their mark on history. But only true legends endure against all odds. An inheritance stained by blood and the sacrifices of many—a life of violence and bloodied hands—haunts those who seek power. Choose your path to power—use Flux and shape history. ========= Hello to everyone! So I'm currently reviewing and editing some chapters, improving the writing and fixing some grammar mistakes. As per it goes; the newest chapters are already edited, and I'll start with the old ones before this book starts to get too big. if you find something out of place please point it though the comments, I'll be sincerely appreciate. Once Again, thank you and good reading!! also, don't forget to vote with power stones! Haha.

Windbladex · Fantasia
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166 Chs

Deliberations, Choices and Maturity.

Kizaer entered the meeting building, followed by Shen, Wang, Cassia, John, and Ruth. Passing through the entrance portal, he noticed a reception area responsible for guiding visitors and clients of the Burning Fist Group.

In the eastern wing of the meeting building, there was a smaller room reserved exclusively for direct meetings with a maximum of two clients. After all, it wasn't practical to use the main hall every time someone requested some kind of work.

Behind the reception desk, there were two entrance doors positioned respectively on the right and left sides, facilitating the entry and exit of people in case a meeting needed to be held in the Operations Room.

Kizaer walked through one of the access doors to the Operations Room and saw the familiar large rectangular table placed in the center of the room. This table had once hosted traders, representatives from smaller organizations, and even members of the Burning Fist Group, discussing various matters.