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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.

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Key’s parts, Ruthless

The days that followed passed peacefully for each member of the No Luck Team. Kizaer continued training and improving in the cultivation of the Violent Divinity Technique, while Ciona focused on perfecting her martial arts in a way that her strikes could bring her closer to the sensation she had when she struck the eye of the Alpha Iron-Tailed Monkey.

Shen was still focused on his recovery and had been forbidden from making any kind of effort. Cultivation was off his list of tasks, and only when his body showed considerable improvement could he resume his meditation sessions.

Joane, on the other hand, maintained a regime of light training. The injury on her side could not be stressed too much, so under Justine's tutelage, she was led to better focus her battle intentions during fights and, of course, to train her own cultivation through meditation. What most people didn't know was that the mantra practiced by Joane was something delicate.