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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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Controlling The Chaos

Lassim lay on the ground, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. 

The explosion had taken him completely by surprise, the sheer force of it leaving him winded and disoriented. 

As he slowly sat up, he surveyed the destruction he had wrought. The training dummy was in pieces, shattered fragments strewn across the arena. 

He could see the scorch marks on the ground, the remnants of his experimental technique etched into the surroundings.

"What in the world just happened?" he muttered to himself, rubbing his head that was also rocked by the explosion. He had never expected such a violent reaction. 

As he stood up, dusting himself off, he glanced around the deserted arena. It was the middle of the night, and thankfully, no one had been around to witness the havoc he had caused or scold him for destroying a target dummy as a servant rank disciple.