[BEING REWRITTEN because forcing out chapters during Writhathon was... not a good idea.] By the consequences of a fool's experiments and some flimsy thing called 'destiny', eleven-year old Donovan Delilah was whisked away to another world. While not a believer in destiny, he found himself entranced with the star-splitting power these people wielded, snaps of their fingers creating miracles and wonders. While he searched for a way home, he immersed himself in it, climbing to peaks rarely ever reached. Now at sixteen, Donovan is just your average high-school student- or he would be, if he hadn't been called back.And this time, he isn't alone.                                                  [Once Again, Mists] Inspired by everything from Arifureta, to Cradle, to dumb mangas I read after school. A cultivation novel by a first-time writer who's spent two years entrapped in the grips of webnovels and wants to;a) give back to the community the best he can,b) help poor, starving souls resist the demonic dao of MTL. As a newbie, please feel free to eviscerate me in the reviews! All encouragement, no matter how brutal, is accepted with welcome arms and legs and undefinable eldritch limbs