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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.

Windbladex · 奇幻
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Bandolen continued to stare at Kizaer, clearly disdainful of Old Wei's presence. However, Old Wei knew Bandolen's personality well and paid little attention to his contempt.

He continued to gaze at Bandolen, demonstrating colossal patience and persistence waiting until the moment when Bandolen finally would feel uncomfortable enough to answer the question he had been asked.

Kizaer, who observed the strange dynamics between his grandfather and Senior Old Wei from the side, grew increasingly confused. Faced with the words of the Rymann's 'dear guest', Kizaer couldn't stay out of the conversation.

Timidly, he cleared his throat, trying to draw attention to himself without being too rude.