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Spirit’s Awakening: The Path of Lightning and Water

7/31/2024~ In the process of editing and updating my earlier chapters. I personally believe the story starts to improve and find it's way a bit more around chapter 50+. Hopefully can make some adjustments in earlier chapters when I have the time, but pacing slows down into a more measured rate as I start finding my groove. I give the content more time to breathe instead of going so fast. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the realm of Nexaria, where elemental spirits and divine beings shape the fate of the world as a land of mortals striving to become gods against the demons of the Abyssal universe, a young boy named Lassim Vanthar embarks on an extraordinary journey of advancement, adventure and becoming a bastion for those around him in their fight against the Dragal. Born into a noble family with a legacy of Fire elemental martial prowess, Lassim possesses an unparalleled gift on his 8th birthday—a connection to two differing elemental spirits, a feat unheard of in the history of his world. A gift and a tampering of the order until now that is an omen. It is a sign of the Gods influencing the future fate of Nexaria on a more serious level. Lassim must harness the power of his dual spirits to protect his loved ones and confront the looming threat of the Abyss' encroachment on his universe, but one step at a time as he grows from just a tool of the God's to a major power as the hero of not only Nexaria, but the entire universe. Lassim faces daunting challenges, battles fierce adversaries, and unlocks the mysteries of his own destiny that has been tampered with by the Gods of this universe. How will he react and adapt to his situations? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is my first ever novel. I’m a new author and still learning how to tell a story. Please understand that when reading. Thank you.

JPNovelFan · Fantasia
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333 Chs

End of the Trial

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The landscape was a vision of hellish torment. The sky bled with hues of crimson and black, swirling in a chaotic dance that mirrored the agony of the realm. The ground was a mosaic of flesh and bone, pulsating and writhing as if the very earth itself was in pain. Rivers of blood flowed between cracked lands, where the wails of the damned echoed, their cries forming the haunting symphony of this nightmarish world.

Twisted, grotesque trees with bark like flayed skin and leaves that dripped with venom stood sentinel over the landscape. Shadows moved with malicious intent, and the air was thick with the stench of decay and sulfur. Screams of creatures being torn apart filled the atmosphere, creating a cacophony of despair. Surprisingly, there also seemed to be some sort of systems of society as countless buildings of horrors were interspersed in the distance of what appeared to be an empire of hell.