Wands and Psalms

Name: Wands and Psalms
Author: Praise To Unknown People

by Praise To Unknown People

ongoing Fantasy Mystical Fantasy Male Lead

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In the collapsed dust of the seventh dimension, there are twelve floating islands of entropic energy ruled by the Wizards' Council. They support the reincarnation of three thousand civilizations like the spine of the universe. Here, the star path is the crack made by the scepter, and the prophecy is the frost solidified on the poet's tongue - and Ange is the person chosen by fate to write these two languages. His left eye can analyze the rhythm of all things, but his right hand is branded with the forbidden runes of the Code of Annihilation. While the other wizard apprentices were still reciting the "Laws of the Star Map", Ange could already hear the black hole singing the sonnet. But the chain of judgment hanging from the dome of the council chamber always hangs above his head, because the fragments of prophecy salvaged by the astrologer from the stomach of the galaxy show that this young man who can reconstruct particles with verse will eventually pierce the wall of eternity with a scepter. In this cognitive war raging across the universe, Ange must simultaneously harness the tyranny of the scepter and the compassion of the poem. When he solved the mystery of his life experience, he was shocked to realize that there were two classics hidden in the dust of the nebula where he was born: the "Chronicle of the Scepter" tempered by starlight, and the "Ange Psalm" written with blood. At this moment, the clock tower on the edge of the black hole begins to invert, the dark matter canal between the islands of entropy boils like molten silver, and what jumps at the fingertips of the young wizard will be the power to rewrite the grammar of the universe - as long as he dares to personally break the scepter that can penetrate the dimension while singing the salvation poem. . When the last period fell, Ange had to answer not only the question of the survival of the universe, but also the question that spanned his entire life: Should the person holding the scepter be the writer of rules or the martyr of poetry?