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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

Under the watchful eyes of nearly every soldier and attendant on the Vanthar estate, father and son stood at the center of the training field.

The morning was heavy with expectation, the usual hum of early morning training and warmup exercises that filled the air next to the barracks was instead silenced as everyone gathered for a spectacle unlike any other. Even some of the maids and house servants ignored their morning duties to be present for this event.

The crowd formed a wide circle around the entire length of the large training field that usually fit the entirety of the 150 members of the Iron Marquis' personal retinue, their whispers subdued as they observed the two combatants.

Lassim stood with his halberd already summoned and resting lightly against his shoulder, his posture casual, yet ready. The runes etched into the weapon glowed faintly.

A Clash of Generations