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

It was known as the marker of a true genius of the Nightingale Empire. Only those with exceptional talent or bloodlines could unlock one.

Thralix had been just one such existence. And it was precisely because of this that he played such a pivotal role in everything reaching this point.

However, that was a mere Low Imbued Resonance. Above Low Imbued Resonances, there were still Middle, Higher, and Peak ones. In the entire Nightingale Empire, the only bloodline that could produce a Higher Imbued Resonance was the Nightingale Imperial Clan themselves.

And yet, Theron had crossed Peak, leaving it behind entirely to form a Low Manaborn Resonance.

The gap was so shockingly large that it was hard to fathom. Every leap upward was a huge qualitative change. But a crossing of a major barrier was another matter entirely.

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