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“You raise your weapon as if it had meaning. My blade had severed meaning itself—you fool.”   - Jinn BLADE

Through flames of chaos and the storms of war, Jinn’s story is not for the faint of heart. Fueled by the warmth that surged him forward and born by the catalyst that awoken his true potential and destiny. 

Through his blades alone shall he cut through destiny.

Through his blades alone shall he cut through despair and torment. 

Through his blades alone shall he cut through his way to stand at the pinnacle of strength.

Through his blades alone shall his enemies know fear. Fear of his strength and fear of his name. 

Jinn Blade is his name. 

This Novel falls into the Science Fantasy Genre and involves a lot of medieval fantasy elements while mixing together sci-fi elements. 

[Warning: This novel contains sensitive scenarios]

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Jinn BLADE

The sound of whispers filled the entire hall like a low, buzzing hum that never quite faded.

The room, grand and high-ceilinged, was dimly lit except for the glowing screens and data pads that illuminated the long table at its center.

Seated at the farthest end of the hall was the princess, Akavi, her posture loose and her face resting against a clenched fist, her elbow propped up lazily on the armrest of her intricately carved seat.

The golden threads in her gown shimmered faintly in the flickering light, but her expression said one thing: boredom.

The table in front of her stretched wide, cluttered with various viewing devices—glass tablets, crystal screens, and flickering holos, each one active and displaying different images and numbers. But none of it seemed to catch her interest.

"It has been days already," one individual finally said, his voice cutting through the muttering.

Chapter 132 | Taking Root