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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

The air was electric, a tempest raging both above and across the training field as it swirled downwards. Lassim's spiritual pressure bore was like a terrifying storm, forcing even the seasoned warriors among the guardsmen to their knees as its crushing weight rippled outward. Not only that, but the divine mana's presence made every aspect of the storm feel a hundred times more intense for everyone next to the field and even among the city far beyond the Vanthar estate walls.

Rain poured torrentially from the heavens, drenching the gathered crowd of soldiers, attendants, and servants who stood in stunned silence, their eyes locked on the center of the battlefield.

Lassim stood as the eye of the storm. His halberd glowed with fused mana, the swirling currents of lightning, water, and spatial distortion surrounding him in a chaotic yet controlled symphony.

The Iron Marquis’ Pride