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17: Art Of The Gods

Vir startled awake, drenched in something cold. Shivering, he looked around to regain his bearings. Neel licked his face, staring at him with those big beady eyes of his.

What happened? He thought, pus...

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Artwork for Chapter 16

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16: Rite Of Passage

Vir struggled and strained. For the first time since the Godshollow, he feared he wouldn’t survive. Perhaps… perhaps he had finally met his...

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15: Prana Vision

Vir sat cross-legged under the leafless tree that had quickly become his and Maiya’s ‘spot’. His friend was off doing who-knew-what, leav...

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Artwork for Chapter 14

Artwork for Chapter 14

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14: The Energy Of Life

“Wait here,” Riyan commanded, leaving Vir and Maiya in the hallway as he disappeared into his bedroom. Neither of them had seen the inside ...

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13: Prana Scorned

Vir and Maiya fell silent on the ride home after Riyan’s combat demonstration. Maiya brooded over magic, while Vir couldn’t keep his mind o...

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Artwork for Chapter 12

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12: Man Of Many Talents

“Vir? Vir, wake up!” Maiya said, shaking her friend.

He awoke with a jolt, drenched in sweat.

“You were sleep talking…” Maiya murmured. “Sounded like a nightmare.”

Morning light  filtered in through the skylight. ...

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Artwork for Chapter 11

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11: Riyan Savar

“You are still  here,” Riyan said, walking up to the two friends sitting at the front  door of his abode. He was tall, and built like an Ash’va, with no trace  of excess fat anywhere. “I commend you for not running off. ...

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Artwork for Chapter 10

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(Arc 2) 10: New Beginnings

Vir awoke to  dark and earthen surroundings. The only light in the room filtered in  through small openings high above, with the Godshollow nowhere in sight.

He shifted and realized he was on a small bed inside what looked like...

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Artwork for Chapter 9

Artwork for Chapter 9

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9: The Ghost Of Godshollow

Terror fueled Vir’s breaths. Blood surged through his legs.

Together with  Maiya, he tore through the Godshollow faster than he ever had. Gone were  any thoughts of exhaustion. What remained was a deep-seated desire to  l...

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8: A Father's Love

The day started with a rustle and a chill.

After having  spent much of the night on guard duty, Rudvik entered the tent as  quietly as he could manage—which was to say, not quietly at all—to cook  up some breakfast.

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Artwork for Chapter 7

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7: The Four-Armed Giant

Vir’s reply caught in his throat. Worse, tears started to roll down his face. “I didn’t know,” he managed.

He was named  after Rudvik’s stillborn child. Had Rudvik pinned the same hopes on him  as he had his stillborn ...

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Artwork for Chapter 6

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6: Ekavir - Of Godshollow

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

Vir had spent so many cycles in the Godshollow that he could almost navigate it blindfolded… during the day. At night? That was a whole different story.

As he plodded  through the ink...

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5: Into Darkness

Vir never knew  that three hours could feel like such an eternity. After agonizing  alone in silence, Rudvik had finally shown up with Apramor and Maiya.  Now they all huddled over the dining table.

“Well? Why’re all th...

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4: Those That Hunt. Those That Hide.

The villagers  of Brij always enjoyed a spectacle, and for good reason. Drama was  usually limited to gossip about this year’s crop yield, or at the very  worst, someone’s husband looking the wrong way at someone else’s wif...

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Artwork for Chapter 3

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3: The Village Life Of An Ashborn Primordial

“You sure you wanna be here?” Vir asked as he walked through the ancient Godshollow with Maiya and Neel.

Their boots  crunched on the dry leaves that blanketed the forest floor.  Thousand-year-old trees the width of Vir’s ...

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Artwork for Chapter 2

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2: Death Of A Dream

Aliscia grasped Vir’s shoulders and stared at him with her hazel eyes. “Even if you are prana  scorned, what of it? I don’t have any affinities myself and I manage  just fine, don’t I? Vir, there are many paths thro...

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(Arc 1) 1: The End of Your World. The Beginning of Mine.

The Ashen Realm. Year 3744 of the Age of Realms.

Primordial Ekanai would live again.

They called him the Reaper, but as he crossed the gate between realms, Ekanai feared it was his own life that  wo...

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