Royal Capital City…
The storm raged mercilessly over the Royal Capital. The thick clouds churned like a boiling cauldron.
Golden lightning snacks streaked across the sky. Thunder roared, deafening and unrelenting, drowning the city with water. Rain hammered against rooftops and flooded the streets, while the citizens sat in their home with fear.
Apart from this chaos, Kent hovered high over the central mountain. Slowly, the five mountains began responding to Kent’s bloodlines.
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Kent closed his eyes, and the world around him faded. The rain, the thunder, the lightning—all receded into the background as he reached inward. His breathing slowed, syncing with the rhythm of his heartbeat.
But just then, Kent consciousness hit with the legacy spirit which is testing Kent’s resolve by infusing raw mana into his body forcefully.
The pain was immediate and excruciating. His body felt as if it were being torn apart from within, his veins straining to hold the energy coursing through them.
Kent gritted his teeth, forcing himself to endure. Suddenly the legacy spirit voice sounded in his consciousness. “Control the chaos. Harness it, don’t let it consume you. Show me you are worthy unlike the two fake bastards.”
The four surrounding peaks began to resonate as well, their elemental energies converging toward the central mountain. Fire roared, water cascaded, earth trembled, and wind howled as the mountains formed a celestial array.
Kent’s vision blurred, but he could feel the power coalescing around him, waiting for him to command it.
He entered a trance-like state, his consciousness sinking into a vast, boundless void. With a loud roar he controlled the chaos slowly and the image of eclipse before him appeared blurry.
Here, the Sun-Moon Eclipse Art unfolded before him, its secrets revealed in flashes of brilliance. He saw the sun and moon as twin forces, their energies intertwined in an eternal dance of creation and destruction. Each movement, each cycle, was a lesson etched into the fabric of the cosmos.
Kent moved his hands in slow, deliberate motions, mimicking the celestial dance he witnessed. The legacy spirit voice directed him from within.
His movements were slow, graceful yet precise, each one drawing more energy from the mountains into his body. The storm above mirrored his actions, the lightning bolts forming patterns in the sky that resembled the yin-yang symbol.
A red and white lightening yin-yang. The real chaos just began for the capital city.
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Desolate Desert Forest…
In the desolate desert forest far from the chaos of the capital, the second phase of the Trident Summit had descended into madness.
The Stick and Doom families clashed violently in the undulating dunes, their armies cutting through the thorny undergrowth of the forest. Explosive spells crackled in the air, shattering trees and leaving craters in their wake.
“Push forward!” Princess Sony Stick bellowed, her bone-shaped staff glowing in crimson red. She wielded it with precision, countering the lightning blasters of the Doom family soldiers.
The inferno towers of the Stick family roared, spewing flames that tore through enemy lines.
Joon Doom smirked as he directed his mechanical warfare constructs. “You think a family heirloom will save you, Sony? Try facing this!” He unleashed a barrage of explosive projectiles, shaking the ground as they hit their targets.
The armies pushed deeper into the desert, a chaotic mass of flashing spells and clashing blades.
Meanwhile, the smaller families circled the edges of the battlefield, wary of the destruction but desperate to find the enchanted spear rumoured to be hidden in the forest.
At the edge of the desert, the Frost family remained inactive. Their vast army of 20,000 supreme wizards advanced at a snail’s pace, their movements deliberate and pre-planned.
Whispers began to ripple through the crowd of spectators who had placed their bets on Frost family.
“Why aren’t they fighting?” one man hissed.
“They’re just waiting!”
“But waiting for what? Kent hasn’t even shown up!” another replied, his voice tinged with panic.
“What if Kent doesn’t come today?” The question spread like wildfire.
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Blue Planet…
In the skies of Golden bamboo city…
Sword Magus Elarin sped like a comet, his glowing sword streaking across the sky.
The Golden Bamboo City loomed ahead, surrounded by thick golden bamboo . There, he spotted them—Drona Quinn and Ragnar. The two figures stood in sky waiting for him actually.
As Sword Magus Elarin approached, his heart pounded with unease. “Half-Sovereign Drona,” he greeted, his voice steady despite the apprehension creeping at him.
Drona turned, his imposing figure radiating power. His eyes bore into Elarin, sharp and unyielding. “Silver Leaf Town. Tell me the direction,” he commanded.
Elarin hesitated. The mention of Silver Leaf Town sent a chill down his spine. He knew Kent hailed from there. “Why do you seek Silver Leaf Town?” he asked cautiously.
Drona’s patience thinned, his voice growing firm. “The direction, Sword Magus. Now.”
Elarin swallowed hard, his fingers tightening on the hilt of his sword. Reluctantly, he raised his hand and pointed east. “It’s that way.”
Without a word of thanks, Drona and Ragnar took off, their speed a blur of shadows against the sky.
Elarin stood frozen for a moment, dread coiling in his chest. His doubts grew heavier with each passing second.
He followed cautiously, keeping a distance as the father and son duo reached Silver Leaf Town. But instead of seeking Kent, they moved toward the public burial ground.
Elarin’s unease deepened. “Why the burial ground?” he whispered to himself.
Drona and Ragnar walked through the rows of unmarked graves in silence, their expressions unreadable.
Whatever they sought, it wasn’t Kent—but Elarin couldn’t shake the feeling that the threads of fate were drawing tighter around them all.
Above the central mountain, Kent remained locked in meditation. The storm grew fiercer, his golden lightning seed blazing on his forehead like a beacon.
He hovered in a lotus position, hands forming intricate mudras that channelled the storm’s energy. The dormant mountain beneath him began to stir, its rocky surface cracking as golden light seeped out.
“Almost there,” Kent muttered with a strong breath.
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