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Phantom Wayfarers

Sebastian’s life is turned upside down when he is unexpectedly thrust into the dangerous and unpredictable world of the Realm Walkers. As he navigates this new reality, he must face deadly challenges, forge uneasy alliances, and confront secrets that could change everything he knows about himself and the realms around him. With every choice carrying high stakes, Sebastian discovers that surviving this world means more than just strength—it requires courage, wit, and the resilience to overcome the darkest twists of fate. Note that the build up of the first few chapters may seem slow. ......... Sebastian pushed himself upright, though it felt as if the air itself had turned to tar around him. His thoughts drifted through a dense, suffocating fog that weighed more than his own limbs. Every breath was an effort. Every movement felt resisted by something unseen—something that clung to him without leaving a single bruise or mark to prove it existed. There was no chain. No wound. No logical reason for the heaviness sinking into his bones. And yet it was there. Relentless. He staggered toward the mirror standing quietly before him—too quietly, as if it had been waiting. A shard of memory flickered at the back of his mind, but every attempt to grasp it made the fog thicken, swallowing the thought before it could form. When he finally faced the glass, he froze. His reflection was… wrong. The face was his, yet the expression wasn’t. A smile threatened at the corners of his mouth—not his smile, but something using it. The eyes blinked half a second too late. And the longer he stared, the more the reflection seemed to grow aware of him, as though it had just woken up. A crawling cold travelled up his spine. “What… are you?” he whispered. His reflection tilted its head first. A smile still played across its lips—thin, deliberate, and wrong. There was no warmth in it. No flicker of anything human. It was a cold curve of the mouth, carved with the kind of precision that suggested practice rather than emotion. The eyes above it didn’t match the expression; they remained distant, unfocused, as though gazing at something beyond him trying but also failing to recall. Then its gaze focused on him It then spoke: “The scavenger of the Sovereign’s lost soul, A legacy bound to us… for the world to behold.”
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ETERNAL MANA LEGACY

A Century  ago, the world nearly ended. Ashkarot, a Dwarf–Draconian hybrid who survived the lethal plague of mana-core instability, rose with the power of gravity and darkness. He united the wicked races, shattered kingdoms, and pushed the world to the brink—before being stopped by the Draconian elders. His death was never confirmed. The world moved on. Now, in a forgotten refugee village on the borderlands, a boy named Zio struggles simply to survive. He hunts with a knife. He runs when stronger men fight. He learns early that speed, silence, and restraint matter more than strength. Zio was born human—or so the world believes. In truth, his body carries ancient bloodlines that should have killed him before birth. Unlike the monster the world once feared, Zio survives because his power is divided: two separate mana cores bearing conflicting legacies, stable only as long as they are never forced together. He is not chosen. He is not trained by legends. He does not know what he is. Raised by a solitary dwarf and hardened by hunger, loss, and necessity, Zio grows up far from thrones, academies, and heroes. Yet the moment he steps beyond the village that kept him alive, the world begins to notice. Old forces stir. Guilds take interest. And something that should have remained buried begins to react—not to Zio’s ambition, but to his existence. This is not the story of a hero who seeks power. It is the story of an anomaly who survives long enough to become a problem.
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