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

This trembling… Theron succeeded?

There was a very palpable shock in Dorian's eyes. Although he had waited for so long just in case such a thing would happen, he still hadn't expected the outcome.

This was also its own problem; with just three Bloomstones, the rampage of the beast might not last long enough for them to accomplish what they needed to.

He began to wonder if Ali was right. Maybe he shouldn't have given Theron anything at all. But the trouble with that was that he would have had a hard time convincing Theron to go.

At the very least, even if he wanted to target Theron, he couldn't do it so openly. That would give the others vying for position with his Valebane Clan a chance to deal with him in turn.

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