Max's heart thudded in his chest as he took it all in.
"This altar… it's exactly like the one in the Dimension of Flames."
His gaze lingered on the glowing platform before him, memories stirring from deep within. He remembered standing before a similar altar, one wreathed in dancing fire. Back then, each Source Flame that burned upon it had granted him a unique ability — gifts born of flames itself.
Yet Max knew — perhaps better than anyone — that this wasn't the same. These weren't just flames.
These were the Seven-Colored Lightnings. Seven Lightnings of Judgment.
And they weren't known for granting powers. They were punishments. Divine retribution. The kind of judgment the world itself would unleash when someone dared to provoke its wrath — the Wraith of the World.
And now... they were inside his body in their most terrifying form—Seven Colored Lightning Dragons. Each coiled and crackling with unimaginable power, circling the altar in his Dimension of Lightning.
