The tension between Kent and the towering tantric sage reached peak. Kent, still standing firm, got ready to strike at any moment. Just as their confrontation threatened to erupt again, the air shimmered with golden light, and the nine Yogic sages appeared in a perfect semicircle, their serene faces exuding calm and control.
“Stop now, Elder.” the first yogic sage spoke, his voice soft yet carrying an undeniable authority that caused the entire battlefield to fall silent. His words seemed to ripple across the air, quieting even the faint whispers of the wind.
The lead sage stepped forward, his form glowing faintly with an ethereal light. His long beard swayed slightly in the breeze, and his penetrating gaze softened as it fell on the tantric sage. “Oh great Tantric Sage, please temper your anger. This young man is not your enemy.”
The tantric sage’s and the thousand hoods mother serpent momentarily froze mid-motion. The tantric sage’s massive crimson eyes turned towards the Yogic sage. “And why should I hold my hand? He tread upon my domain and threatened the life of my pet.”
The Yogic sage smiled faintly, undeterred by the venom in the tantric sage’s tone. “Didn’t I mention to you about the ritual on Mount Maru? This young man is the one who helped us complete it. He is the very person I spoke of—the one who holds the potential to bridge the realms and preserve balance. He is worthy of our blessing, not our wrath.”
The tantric sage’s fiery gaze shifted to Kent, scanning him from head to toe. Kent, sensing the opportunity to de-escalate the situation, allowed his inner transformation to fade.
His lion-like head and clawed hands returned to their human form, his skin no longer shimmering with the divine energy of his previous state. Taking a deep breath, Kent bowed his head before the tantric sage.
“Please forgive my earlier actions, elder,” Kent said, his voice steady yet respectful. “I allowed my emotions to get the better of me. I should not have displayed anger before someone as venerable as yourself.”
The tantric sage’s gaze softened, and a faint smile curved across his lips. “It seems you are wiser than most, young one. There is humility in your words and strength in your actions. Perhaps the fault lies with me as well. I should have kept my pet under control, ensuring that no demons could exploit its rage. For your efforts in quelling the chaos, you are indeed worthy of my blessing.”
The atmosphere, once heavy with the weight of impending conflict, began to lighten. The tantric sage straightened, his towering form becoming less imposing, and he spoke again, this time with warmth. “Ask of me anything you desire, and I shall grant it.”
Kent didn’t hesitate. “Please pass on to me the knowledge you hold about this universe—the purpose of existence, life, and all that lies beyond.”
The tantric sage let out a thunderous laugh, a deep rumble that shook the very ground beneath them.
“Ah, such a wise young man! I expected you to ask for great treasures or mighty weapons, or even the status of godhood itself. With my Yaga energy, I could make you the equal of the War God. And yet, you ask for knowledge. You are truly brave and thoughtful beyond your years. Very well, I shall grant you what you seek.”
The sage extended his hand, glowing with YAGA energy, as he prepared to impart his wisdom to Kent. But just as the energy began to coalesce, a brilliant flash of light erupted between them.
“Wait!”
The light faded, revealing the War God, flanked by the Storm God, Space God, and several other demi-gods. Their collective presence radiated power and authority, but their sudden interruption was met with a scowl from the tantric sage.
“What is the meaning of this?” the tantric sage questioned angrily.
The War God stepped forward, his mountain-like frame casting a shadow over the others. He placed a hand over his chest in a gesture of respect but spoke with urgency.
“Oh mighty sage, before you impart this young man with your wisdom, Please allow me to grant him godhood.
This mortal has proven himself time and time again. Despite not being a half-sovereign, his strength, conduct, and actions have earned him the right to ascend. All the gods present here have agreed—he shall take the mantle of the Pleasure God.”
Kent’s eyes raised slightly, but he said nothing, waiting for the tantric sage’s response. The sage, however, let out a loud, derisive laugh.
“Pleasure God?! Really?” the tantric sage echoed, his voice dripping with disdain.
“War God, do you take me for a fool? Do you think I do not see through your schemes? You wish to bind this young man to your path, to tie him to your ambitions and use him as a pawn in your quest for power.”
The War God’s expression faltered for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. “This is not a scheme, oh wise sage. This is an opportunity for him to take his rightful place among us. He deserves this honor.” Stay tuned for updates on My Virtual Library Empire
The tantric sage looked menacingly, and his voice grew sharp. “Do not insult my intelligence, War God. This young man already holds a clear view of this universe—its purpose, its balance, and the path he must walk. He does not need your interference to guide him. And yet, here you are, attempting to lure him into your grasp with promises of power.”
Turning to Kent, the tantric sage’s expression softened. “Young one, you must understand this: the path you choose now will shape not just your future, but the fate of countless realms. Do not let yourself be swayed by the greed and ambitions of those who claim to offer you glory. You are destined for far greater things.”
Kent bowed his head in gratitude. “Thank you for your guidance, elder. I will tread my path carefully.”
The War God’s fists clenched, but he remained silent, knowing that to argue further would only invite the tantric sage’s wrath. The other gods exchanged uneasy glances, their earlier confidence now replaced with doubt.
The tantric sage turned back to the War God, his eyes blazing. “You, War God, have always sought to manipulate others for your gain. When will you learn that true power comes not from domination, but from understanding? If you wish to secure your future, do so with honor, not trickery.”
The War God lowered his gaze, unable to meet the piercing stare of the tantric sage. For a moment, silence reigned, broken only by the faint rustling of the wind.
Kent came to a new understanding after hearing this conversation. The promise given by Kaban surfaced in his memory.
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