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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.

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Shadow Sect's Arrival

Lassim stood frozen as the massive figure at the front of the Shadow Sect group, flanked by the shadowy warriors, took a step forward. The bulky man, taller than most spirit warriors and with a presence that demanded attention—the very opposite of the idea he had in his mind about what an assassin was supposed to be—glanced at Lassim's worn initiate robes and let out a low chuckle, his voice deep and gruff.

"Well, isn't this odd," the man said, his eyes gleaming from behind his mask. "A Spirit Ascension disciple wearing initiate-ranked robes? Tell me, is this some kind of joke? Did the Lightning Sect send you to greet us for a laugh? Or was the battle so devastating that you are actually a Sect Elder who lost his clothes and decided to borrow the first pair of rags he could find?"

The menacing grin beneath his mask widened, his words dripping with sarcasm. The assassins behind him stood silent and still, their eyes trained on Lassim as if they expected him to react.