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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

96. Invisble

Tristan stayed in his room till it was evening, practically doing nothing. Immediately it was time he set out, eager. It was fifteen minutes past four, and the beach stood on the eastern portion of the island. The other side, essentially.

It would take time to get there, roughly thirty minutes of walking. Plus, he could get lost so he accounted for that possibility.

Tristan stared at his map and soon realized how much of a hassle navigating a map was. Nevertheless, he found his way.

He encountered several children who surprisingly recognized him to be a student. They were rather polite and he liked it.

It took about forty minutes of walking before he could reach the beach.

Strolling into a mass of trees that featured a walking path between them, Tristan arrived before the barrier that stood on the island. He put his left wrist forward and crossed as intended. He had initially been worried.