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Danial’s consciousness drifted between darkness and light. He didn’t know if he was alive or dead — only that everything hurt.When he finally opened his eyes, pain consumed him. It wasn’t the kind that could be localised — it was everywhere. His body screamed in agony; his bones ached as if crushed under mountains, and every breath sent fire through his chest. His organs pulsed in torment, his skin burned and peeled in places, and yet… he was alive. Barely. He felt his heartbeat echo weakly through his ribcage, each pulse of life a struggle against the inevitable.Blurred figures surrounded him, moving frantically. Voices echoed faintly in his ears, indistinct, as if underwater.“Keep the flow steady!” “He’s losing too much blood!”The blur in front of him sharpened into shapes. He was lying on a glowing array circle surrounded by healers. Gloria was kneeling over him, her hands pressed firmly against his chest as streams of emerald light flowed into him. Her face was pale, her brea
The world around Danial twisted and rippled as if the space itself were alive. A low hum vibrated in his ears before the sound of thunder roared so loud that it nearly shook his bones apart.The air trembled as Astrape, the Goddess of Lightning, extended a single slender finger toward Danial. The skies around them roared in response; streaks of violet-white lightning cracked open the void, painting the world in flashes of divine light. Her golden eyes shimmered with curiosity, her tone both melodic and commanding.She extended her slender finger towards Danial — that simple gesture caused the air to shatter around him.“You mortal,” she said, her voice echoing like a symphony of storms, “are of great interest to me.”Danial froze for a second, his brain buffering like an old computer trying to process what he just heard. “A goddess… like the actual kind that can smite people? Oh great, I’m so dead.” His mouth opened to speak, but no sound came out. The air itself felt charged, heavy —
The heavens tore apart once more. The sky raged and churned, its thunderous voice drowning every sound as the next bolt of lightning gathered power above. Danial, broken and barely conscious, could only look up. His eyes were hollow yet stubborn, glinting faintly in defiance.The lightning was thicker than before—denser, alive, furious. It split the clouds apart with a crack that shook the ground. The world seemed to hold its breath.Raiden’s instincts screamed to act, but she jumped back, gritting her teeth in frustration. She could control lightning, she could command storms—but this was no ordinary thunder. Calamity lightning was heaven’s judgment made manifest. Even a goddess of war with lightning affinity could only influence general tribulations, and even that came at a cost to her divine body. Interfering with a Calamity Tribulation was to challenge the heavens directly—a suicidal act.Every god of war and dignitary present took a collective step back. Even the strongest among
The sky rumbled like a furious beast as clouds churned and twisted above, gathering in a dense vortex that swallowed the sun. Blue lightning licked across the heavens, flickering with violent energy, and the ground trembled beneath the weight of its pressure. Then, for a brief, haunting instant, the blue glow darkened—tinged with faint traces of purple. It was a colour that ordinary cultivators would never see, but among the gods of war, the shift was unmistakable.Raiden’s eyes widened, her voice trembling. “C–Calamity Tribulation…! That’s not possible. How—how can it appear at the mortal stage?!”Even among the Gods of War, none had escaped the fury of tribulations. Each of them had once stood beneath a merciless sky, their bodies torn apart and reforged through thunder and flame. But their trials had come after they had ascended—only upon stepping into the Master Level, when their mortal shells could already withstand a fragment of heaven’s will.None of them had ever faced such jud
The crowd was still buzzing with excitement after the last duel when Danial, Crystal, and Pavan leaned over the railing of the viewing deck, watching the next match unfold. Jin stood calmly in the arena, his every move deliberate, his aura different from anything Danial had encountered before.Danial narrowed his eyes. “What are Jin’s techniques? Are they different from ours?”Pavan, arms folded and already munching on roasted peanuts he had smuggled in, gave him a sideways look. “Duhhh, of course they’re different. He’s from a monastery. I heard he’s from the Roaring Sun Monastery.”Danial blinked. “Roaring Sun Monastery?”“Yeah,” Pavan nodded. “It’s a century-old monastery dedicated to Buddhist arts, cultivating peace and serenity across the land. They’re famous for their humble lifestyle, their doctors healing the poor, helping the underprivileged. Some of them are like saints. But don’t be fooled—behind that peace, they also train in Buddhist martial arts. Still…” He scratched his
While Danial sat in the waiting room, the next fight had already begun. The referee called out the names:“Egbert Ray versus Sylas Morren!”Egbert’s footsteps were measured as he stepped onto the stage. Unlike his usual arrogant strut, he was quiet, shoulders tense. He did not glance at his opponent. His hand rested lightly on his sword as if the act of drawing it would be unnecessary. The crowd murmured at his uncharacteristic silence. Damian Holt, his opponent, jumped onto the platform, brimming with confidence, unaware of the storm raging within Egbert.Sylas, a tall boy with sharp, hawk-like eyes, entered with confidence. He smirked at the lack of response from Egbert. “So cold, are you? Don’t think I’ll go easy.”The referee signalled.“Begin!”Egbert vanished from sight, reappearing behind Sylas in less than a blink. The dull thud of a hilt striking skull echoed, and Sylas collapsed face-first into the concrete, unconscious. Gasps spread across the arena.The match was over in a
