Omnimaster: The Triarchy
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Magic has rules. He won’t just break them—he’ll shake a regime that has lasted for centuries.
He is the Omnimaster.
Welcome to the Great Hold of Eirlyss, where mild days give way to deadly nights and survival drives people underground. Here, magic is studied in Syndicates. Power lies with the Triumvirate—a mighty and brutal Triarchy protected by their elite warrior-mages, the Varrekian Guardians.
Kaedon is a 14-year-old Adept from a Glass workshop. A dispute at the market pushes him to unleash a kind of magic beyond his training, defying the established one-person–one-magic principle. In Eirlyss, every individual, if gifted, can command only one kind of magic. Kaedon breaks that natural law. He becomes the first to master many—an Omnimaster.
Yliam, a trader with ties to a long-buried magical Circle, recognizes Kaedon’s potential and approaches him. Yliam draws upon the lost knowledge of his predecessors, expanding his own magical prowess.
Together, they join forces with Thalindra, a sharp-tongued peasant leader. United by the desire for change, the three rally those dissatisfied with the existing order, spearheading the resistance against the Triarchy’s oppressive regime.
Magic. Defiance. Rebellion.
This is the beginning of a world-altering adventure.
Fans of character-driven fantasy with rich worldbuilding and the first signs of upheaval will feel right at home in Omnimaster: The Triarchy, a story that carries the spirit of modern epics like Mistborn and The Name of the Wind.
The book launches a vivid, gripping saga filled with layered intrigue and hidden legacies. A must-read for those who enjoy slow-burning stories rooted in personal stakes and immersive worlds. It follows the emergence of a young hero burdened with impossible power.
A glimpse inside Omnimaster:
“They chatted a while longer before Reendrel signaled the tavern keeper and pulled out a pouch of coins, gesturing for Yliam to put away his own money. A few coins scattered as he briskly emptied the pouch onto the table. One rolled toward Kaedon, who caught it deftly and flipped it into the air.
Reendrel's smile faltered for an instant. He thought the coin lingered mid-air longer than it should have. As it turned, it seemed to him that the engraved depictions of the three Overlords shifted from lateral profiles to frontal, full-faced images — just for a blink — then snapped back to their original positions.
The coin landed neatly in Kaedon's palm, who passed it back politely.”
