In the days that followed, Lucavion’s life became a cycle of relentless training and brutal combat. The Shadowed Thicket, with all its dangers, served as both his proving ground and his teacher.
He moved through the forest like a phantom, his senses heightened by the wind technique he had finally begun to master. Each day, he ventured deeper into the territory of the forest’s most fearsome creatures, pushing himself to his limits in an effort to hone his skills and grow stronger.
The first beast he encountered after that initial rocky outcrop was a creature with skin as tough as stone, perfectly camouflaged against its surroundings.
It was a predator lurking in the shadows, waiting for an unsuspecting victim to wander too close. But Lucavion was no ordinary prey. The wind whispered to him, guiding his movements and revealing the hidden dangers before they could strike.
His first battle was fierce, the creature’s strength formidable.
Its stone-like skin deflected most of Lucavion’s strikes, and its claws left deep gouges in the earth as it lunged at him. But Lucavion’s movements were fluid and precise, and he used the terrain to his advantage. He darted between the rocks, striking at the creature’s vulnerable spots, wearing it down little by little.
Finally, with a well-timed thrust of his estoc, he pierced the beast’s heart, and it collapsed with a thunderous crash.
As it died, Lucavion felt the familiar coldness of death’s mana rising from the corpse, and he absorbed it into his core, feeding the vortex that was the Flame of Equinox.
This became his routine. Each day, he sought out new challenges, new creatures to test his strength against.
The forest was teeming with life, and with every battle, Lucavion’s connection to the Flame of Equinox grew stronger. He hunted beasts of all kinds—massive wolves with razor-sharp fangs, serpentine creatures that slithered through the underbrush with lethal grace, and even monstrous birds that swooped down from the treetops with talons like steel.
Every battle was a lesson. He learned to harness the Flame of Equinox more effectively, to balance the chaos of the black flame with the order of the vortex. The white-hot fire of life, channeled through Vitaliara’s guidance, continued to blend with the abyssal energy, creating a power that was as fierce as it was controlled.
The technique was demanding, the energy wild and difficult to control, but Lucavion persevered. With each victory, he grew more attuned to the duality within him, and the vortex in his core became more defined and more stable.
The layers of the vortex began to take shape, each one representing a deeper level of mastery over the Flame of Equinox.
His physical abilities also improved as his body adapted to the rigorous demands of the forest. His muscles grew stronger, his reflexes sharper.
The constant battles honed his instincts, making him quicker and more efficient in combat. He learned to conserve his energy, to strike with precision rather than brute force, and to use his environment to his advantage.
There were moments of pain, moments when the wild energy threatened to overwhelm him, and the chaos within the Flame of Equinox surged out of control.
But Vitaliara was always there, guiding him and helping him find the balance once more. Her presence was a steadying force, and her own recovery began to progress as well.
Together, they explored the depths of the Shadowed Thicket, pushing further into its dangerous heart.
They encountered creatures that tested the very limits of their strength—beasts with venomous fangs, creatures with impenetrable hides, and even ancient predators that had claimed the forest as their own for centuries.
But no matter how powerful the foe, Lucavion faced them all with the determination to grow stronger.
With each battle, he absorbed more of the death mana, and the Flame of Equinox continued to evolve. The black flame within him burned brighter, the vortex in his core spinning faster, more stable.
Days turned into weeks, and the transformation was undeniable. Lucavion had become a force to be reckoned with, a warrior forged in the crucible of the forest’s dangers.
The young man who had once struggled to control his power was now a master of his own destiny, his connection to the Flame of Equinox deep and unbreakable.
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The young man with slightly long hair walked beneath the dense canopy of the forest, his movements fluid and precise.
His clothes, however, told a different story. They were haphazard, riddled with countless holes and tears, a testament to the battles he had fought and the dangers he had faced. The once sturdy fabric now hung loosely from his frame, the edges frayed and worn. Yet, despite the state of his attire, there was a sharpness to his presence, an aura of quiet strength and readiness.
A long and thin sword rested in the sheath at his side, its hilt within easy reach of his hand. Lucavion’s fingers hovered near the weapon, instinctively prepared to draw it at a moment’s notice.
The blade was his constant companion, a tool of survival, and a symbol of his mastery over the life-and-death forces within him.
His face, in stark contrast to his battered clothing, was surprisingly clean. Despite the weeks spent in the wilderness, there was little sign of the harsh life he had endured.
His skin was smooth, unmarred by dirt or stubble as if he had somehow managed to maintain a semblance of order amid the chaos.
His hair, which had grown longer during his time in the forest, was neatly tied behind his head in a ponytail, keeping it out of his eyes and giving him a focused, determined appearance.
Surrounding him was a faint, slightly purplish energy, a manifestation of the [Devourer of the Stars], his master’s legacy.
It pulsed gently around him.
The energy was a testament to the power he had cultivated, the mastery he had achieved over the forces that had once threatened to tear him apart.
As he walked forward, the energy swirled subtly around him, a reminder of the strength that now resided within his core.
Beside him, a sleek and agile cat bounded through the underbrush, her movements graceful and almost playful. Vitaliara had regained much of her former vitality, her fur gleaming with health.
The wounds that had once marred her body were healed, and there was a brightness in her eyes that spoke of renewed strength.
She leaped effortlessly from rock to rock, her body a blur of motion as she explored their surroundings.
Her presence was no longer that of a wounded, desperate creature but of a proud and powerful guardian. The bond between her and Lucavion had only grown stronger, and she seemed to revel in the freedom and strength that the forest had restored to her.
“Let’s find something to eat,” Lucavion said, his voice calm and measured as he surveyed the forest with sharp, discerning eyes.
[Are you planning to challenge it now?]
In his head, a voice echoed as the cat stopped her tracks to look at him.
“Indeed. After filling my stomach.”
[Are you sure?]
“I am.”
Lucavion’s gaze remained steady as he spoke, his voice tinged with determination. “After spending the last few months training, I’ve developed the [Flame of Equinox] to its maximum potential. I’m almost ready to form the [First Vortex].”
Vitaliara paused, her sharp eyes studying him intently. [But in the past three weeks, all your attempts have met with failure, haven’t they?] she asked, her tone more thoughtful than accusatory.
He nodded slowly. “Yes. At first, I couldn’t understand why I kept hitting a wall, why the vortex refused to fully form. But then, after countless failed attempts, I realized the reason.”
[And what did you discover?] Vitaliara inquired, though she already had an inkling of what his answer might be.
Lucavion’s expression grew resolute as he continued, “The monsters I’ve been hunting… the death mana they leave behind is simply not enough. It lacks the intensity and chaos needed to push me past the threshold.
The [First Vortex] requires more than just quantity—it demands a chaotic force, a raw power that can only be found in something truly strong, something that challenges the very limits of my strength.”
Vitaliara’s gaze sharpened, and she nodded in understanding. [So, that is why you are planning to challenge it now.]
“Exactly,” Lucavion affirmed. “The creatures I’ve faced so far were formidable, but they weren’t enough. If I want to succeed in forming the [First Vortex], I need to hunt something with a massive amount of mana—something that can provide the level of chaos required for the vortex to fully take shape.”
He paused for a moment, raising his head to see the place.
Lucavion lifted his gaze toward the towering peak of the mountain ahead, his eyes narrowing as he took in the formidable terrain. The summit was jagged and rough, with craggy rocks jutting out like the fangs of some ancient beast. The air was thin here, and the wind howled around the stones, carrying with it a biting chill that cut through even his thick clothes.
The mountain’s peak was surrounded by an almost otherworldly aura, a sense of foreboding that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. There, nestled at the very top, was a small crater—a shallow depression in the earth that looked as if it had been gouged out by a tremendous force.
The edges of the crater were lined with sharp rocks, and within its depths, a strange, pulsating light could be seen, faintly illuminating the otherwise barren landscape.
Lucavion knew what lay within that crater. The creature he sought, the one that would provide him with the chaos and mana he needed, resided there.
It was a beast that had been marked on his map.
“Lesser Abyssal Wyrm.”
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