Maxwell-Kyaren

“Now Max, remember that as a Jumal you can only learn new elements through extensive training or knowledge orbs.” A middle aged man told Max. “I remember Father, and the different elements are Inferno, Gaia, Cyclone, Aqua, Spark, Plasma, Light and Dark.” Max said. “Kaiden, I think we should teach our son about the other races on Terra-Gaia." A middle-aged woman suggested as she walked into the room. Kaiden looked back at her and smiled. “I've told you before Alisha, you really need to stay out of my head.” Kaiden joked and the two parents chuckled to themselves. “Mother, what do you mean by

"Zomus!" Max spat as Zomus continued to walk through his army. He stopped and lazily glanced over his shoulder. "Hmm?" He asked. "Why not fight tonight? You scarred?" Max taunted as he lifted Nova out of the ground. "Eh, I don't want to slaughter tonight." Zomus replied and continued to walk back towards the cave. "I bet it's because you're a coward!" Max shouted. "Actually, it's because your tactics are terrible, and I don't feel like finishing all right now." Zomus yawned. Max tightened the grip on Nova, and the blade started to flash a bright white color. "Max, don't." Jessie whispered. "I can end it right now." Max muttered back.

Max stood up, and brushed the dirt off of his trousers. They had been sitting out in the sun for the last two hours as the Dragon and her Dragoon slowly chipped away at the cave. He twisted his gloves; making sure they kept a nice fit. He began to pace around before he sat down again. "Can't seem to relax?" Jessie asked. "I just hate sitting around doing nothing." Max answered as he stood up again. "If you twist those gloves again, I'm going to tackle you." Jessie joked. Max rolled his eyes and unsheathed Nova. "Do you think you two can stop and let us in the battle?" Max inquired. The Dragon stopped, but the Dragoon continued to chip awa

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