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Echoes in the Mist - A tale of Spirit Beasts and Humans

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Zenon had always lived under the heavy weight of expectations — but on the day of his Second Birth, those burdens grew exponentially. Bound to a Mythical Spirit Beast, there was no chance he could live a quiet life — not when the state religion worships another Mythical Beast as its god. But no Spirit Beast begins as a god; they must grow alongside their partner, shaped by the experiences they share. On his first journey with his mentor, he meets Elena — a spirited and competitive young woman who never misses a chance to challenge him. Their clashes soon become the highlight of every training session… until those fights move from the training room to the bedroom. But that, as they say, is a story for another time. Echoes in the Mist is a tale of growth, destiny, and epic battles — with a hint of passionate love… and most likely, a harem. Excerpt: “As I walk up to the chalice, I finally start to get nervous. A slight chattering in my teeth creeps in, but I manage to suppress it with the conviction to stand proud before the priest — and before my family. As I reach for the golden flame atop the torch, my hands start to turn cold. The fire feels as though it wants to be as far from me as possible — but I can’t afford a mistake in the ritual. I reach forward in a single motion. The moment my hands touch the flame, the cold vanishes. For an instant, there’s only silence — no heat, no pain, just stillness. Then the fire folds in on itself, shrinking until it’s nothing more than a golden flicker. A pulse runs through my chest, and in the same breath, grey mist bursts outward — not flowing out, but spreading in an instant, like a silent explosion. Gasps ripple through the crowd as the fog races across the courtyard, rolling over stone and flesh alike. A few people stumble back instinctively. The whole ceremonial area is now covered in dense silver-grey fog, and I look back at the torch where the flame should reignite. Instead, the golden flame gutters out completely, leaving only the sound of my heartbeat and the whisper of mist fading into the air. I turn to the priest, looking for an answer — but he just stares at me, his face a mix of shock and disbelief.” ——————— Author’s Note: Release Date: Not yet fixated. Chapter Length: 1,000–1,500 words Schedule: Still flexible. Currently working on my writing skills and a stockpile
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