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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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Visiting the Armanci Clan – part 2

The Warrior let out a sigh and turned to the other guard and sighed. "Open the gates, allow them to enter the territory of the Armanci Clan." Then the warrior took the small talisman, made some seals with her free hand, and sent a brief message. "Two companions of warrior Joane from the intrepidity branch have come to meet her."

After storing the talisman, the warrior gave some directions and instructions on how they should behave within the territory of the Armanci Clan.

Kizaer and Ciona merely nodded and crossed the gates. As the pair walked through the interior of the Armanci Clan's territory, they could see that all the oppression that the wall imposed on external observers could not be more contrasting with the perfectly designed environment of the Clan.

In the distance, they could see some warriors practicing fights, others in training regimes. Some servants were walking back and forth, apparently taking care of chores for the evening.