
In this world, there exists a force born from three things: the body, the mind, and the heart. When they merge, they become a power called Karsa.
Everyone has all three. But almost no one can fuse them into Karsa.
Those who can are called Karsa Users.
Cylus Vergil was sixteen, and he had never known his parents. Just his grandmother and his uncle, and the quiet little house they shared.
He carried a dream that everyone in his village called impossible.
He wanted to become the Karsa King.
They laughed at him. Some didn't even bother to laugh, they just shook their heads and looked away. Cylus noticed every time.
It didn't matter.
One day, he would prove them wrong.
A quick note from the author.
I'm an indie novelist, and if you've found your way to this story, thank you. Really.
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Right now, it's still early. Nothing here is really worth bragging about yet.
But someday, I'll make this story popular. I believe that.
That's all I wanted to say.
Thanks for reading. Byeee!
A quick note from the author.
I'm an indie novelist, and if you've found your way to this story, thank you. Really.
If you enjoy where the plot is heading, please leave a comment. It might sound small, but every single one gives me the strength to keep going, a...