JPNovelFan

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.

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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?
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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.

Spirit’s Awakening: The Path of Lightning and Water

The waiting chamber was quiet, a stark contrast to the bustling and quickly filling arena just beyond.

Lassim leaned casually against the cold stone wall near the corridor leading to the arena floor, his halberd resting across his back. Despite the tension of the duel about to occur, his demeanor was as calm and unshaken as ever.

Nearby, Dorian paced, a mixture of anxiety and disbelief covered his face. He paused every few steps, glancing toward Lassim as if searching for some reaction—any sign of the nerves or pressure Lassim should logically be feeling.

"Eighty-two companies," Dorian muttered, shaking his head. "I can't believe you convinced that many. Every single one of them is betting everything they have on you. Do you even understand the kind of pressure that puts on you? If you fail…"

The Storm’s Arrival