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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

Yoren stood lazily on his side of the arena, the embroidered edges of his custom-tailored Personal Disciple robe fluttering slightly as a random breeze, from the perpetual storm blew across the stage on the otherwise still morning. He took his time adjusting his sleeves, his movements slow and deliberate, as if the outcome of this match was already decided in his favor.

He finally turned his gaze toward Han Shiyan, lips quirking into a smirk filled with disdain.

"I suppose it's only natural that I'd be matched against someone like you," Yoren drawled, his voice carrying just loud enough for the audience to hear. "The sect wants to humble me, no doubt. Put me against some no-name stray to make a point about 'effort' and 'determination.'" He let out a short laugh, shaking his head. "It's almost insulting."

[Extreme Yang Lightning] Body