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Divine Beast of Episteme

Kaos, the building block of the universes, the galaxies, the stars, the planets, and every lifeform. An energy capable of achieving feats only considered magical, wonderous, fantastical. The essence of Gods! Here we are on the planet of Nepiter, the skies turned red, the oceans dried up, the mountains crumbled, the continents fractured, and the very skies shattered. These were the characteristics of the cataclysmic event known as the Entry. An event that spelled a new era for all of civilization. As history would have it, creatures of terrible might arose to challenge the supremacy of humans, and as such, those worthy of power equally great emerged to rescale the fields of battle. They were called the "Inheritors". "Touch and power shall be yours." The promise told to those who went before the great crystals. A gift from the world to combat the new threat. The very vessels of that which they sought--unlocking the pathway into their spirit to harness the might of Kaos. Prophecy spoke of a time when the influence of Inheritors would soar beyond those of the days of old, and the new generational humans would reclaim dominion over their terraformed planet. However, only then would perilous times; never again seen since the beginning of the Entry, manifest. For a forgotten child, reborn of the great spirit would emerge to restart an ancient war. One that shook the second heavens. Tristan, a broken boy from ages past came in contact with a certain being and his life changed forever. Or so he thought. ----------------------- Disclaimer: The cover does not belong to me.

Adamoforder · Fantasy
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133 Chs

46. Spirit Mages

Tristan passed out soon after the fatigue and hunger hit him. As such, those men and women could not but consider him weak.

Nevertheless, he was carried to a certain room where food was brought for him and he was woken up to eat.

Leng, Nam, and Hash coupled with at least thirty others in that facility worked to fix the damages the test had ended in. Still, the three heads of that station had to sit together to discuss what would happen with Tristan.

By this point, Nam had already sent for higher power which would be arriving in a few days. They had been ordered to keep Tristan locked up, but all three knew they couldn't treat him that way.

Not only was the young man not a threat to them, but he didn't possess an irredeemably bad attitude.

Sure they could sense his inclination to anger. But he remained able to compose himself before a higher authority.

For someone who claimed to not have memories of the world, he didn't act all immature.