Awespec

An Imperial Scholar by day. An assassin by night.

The World of Cultivation has changed.

Elemental Mancers. Flux Mancers. Spirit Mancers. Soul Mancers.

Raining down fire and splitting oceans. Destroying mountains with a single stomp and calming skies with a glance. Controlling the tides of Karma, while wielding the souls of others like a puppeteer tugging on the Lines of Fate.

The most mysterious of them all were Spirit Mancers, a truth that Theron was more than intimately familiar with. Due to one's Tribulation, his life was turned upside down. His family, his rage, his somber sadness becoming nothing more than Bad Karma's fuel for a madman.

He was once a gentle young man, a non-combative Water Mancer who wanted nothing more than to read his novels to the sound of the rain and one day become an Imperial Scholar.

But now...

Everything had changed.

He donned a cloak in the silent night as the clouds above gathered. Pulling its hood over his chilling blue eyes, he stalked off into the darkness.

The first droplets fell.

He would become the nightmare of his enemies, the blade hidden in the shadows of Heaven's tears.

The River of the Night.

Rivers of the Night

Theron sat on the edge of a bed. Behind him, Malaya kneeled silently in a nightgown, tightening bandages around him. Though he hadn't asked her to do this, she seemed insistent, so he could only oblige in the end.

After making sure that the bandages weren't going anywhere for the third time, Malaya found herself looking at the parts of Theron's back that were still exposed…

There didn't seem to be a single region that could be classified as normal skin at all. Thin lines and scars covered him, some healed, some not quite, and then there was the largest of them all on his chest.

Usually, she would be embarrassed in a situation like this one, but it was hard to be when she couldn't take her eyes off of them.

What could a 14-year-old have possibly gone through to put his body in such a state? And how was he still going?

No Weakness