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 exhaled a cool breath. His Meridians had been widened more times than he could count, not only through the absorption of both of his Echoes but also the constant compression of his Core.

Right now, it felt like a wide bank had finally been filled with an adequately sized river. His Mana raged through him, and thoughts of pain or loss vanished from his thoughts.

There was only him, his opponent, and the edge of their blades.

He surged, his speed so fast, and yet his steps so light that the sea of red gold didn't react in the slightest.

However, Ironvale's side was very different. The lava compressed, ripples spreading out in towering waves.

The two weaved through the pillars and tides of lava, the magma becoming a light backdrop to their battle, streaks of shadow and lights of Mana intertwining in a dance of life and death.

Risk