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Inheritance of the Stormcallers
Author: JJ SMART
last update2025-07-18 03:49:04
Aethan realised that he was wrong to call that affinity Wind. The real term was Gale, an affinity tied to an extinct race of Humanoid beings known as the Stormcallers.

They once occupied this Realm’s Dungeon—living there, to be precise—before they were forced to leave after being attacked by an enemy race.

“How do I know all this?" Aethan suddenly mumbled, feeling like the new knowledge he gained wasn't normal.

Yes, he had received the memories of the Wraiths after absorbing their Essence, but they had just been born, and the only memories they possessed were of using Gale effectively in combat.

The memories he had received from the two Wraiths contained what he was thinking of at the moment, but not enough to give him such an in-depth understanding of the Stormcallers.

“So where did it come from?" Aethan mumbled.

He studied his surroundings, searching for something—anything—that could help him solve the dilemma.

He raised a brow when he caught sight of glowing spots on the
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