[AT THE PEAK OF THE WATERFALL CLIFF.]
I looked up. The cliff scraped the sky. I climbed. Three days later, I stood at the summit. The view stole my breath—vast forests stretched endlessly. Rivers carving ancient paths through mountains. A world untamed.
A voice boomed behind me. "WHO DARES ENTER THE TERRITORY OF THIS KING?!"
The ground trembled. When I turned back… I saw it.
Va'Khar, the Wyrm-King.
His golden eyes blazed like suns. His wings stretched wide as storms. The final trial had come—a beast that looked like a dragon, yet felt like a storm made conscious—towering like a skyscraper, its body sculpted from raw, burning mana, and four spectral wings crackling with blue lightning and starlight.
I couldn't understand its tongue, but I understood every word. That voice wasn't sound—it was truth spoken into my soul.
Then, without warning—
BOOM.
It tore off its own front paw and hurled it down at me like a divine judgment. I barely blinked—literally—using Blinkstorm to reappear mid-air, in front of its head. My fist? A comet.
But it blocked it with one of those damned wings, like a shield forged from forgotten laws. So I switched tactics. Focused. Condensed. Forged a dagger from pure mana.
The wing blocked again—but this time, I saw it: the flicker. A crackle. It felt that.
That was my key.
I turned my focus inward—stopped fighting like a mortal. And started fighting like a force. Daggers became swords. Swords became spears. Blades became a storm of pure will and mana. I rained attacks across its wings, its throat, its chest—each strike pushing us deeper into the fight.
⏳ MONTHS PASSED.
No sleep.
No pause.
Just war.
Clashes that broke mountains.
Moves so fast they created new time fractures.
We became legends written in the bones of the planet.
And finally—finally—we stood, opposite each other.
Both of us: bleeding magic, panting like beasts, exhausted, but alive.
It looked at me then, with those starfire eyes, and said: "It has been eons since I have fought a soul like yours. Not since the Transcendent."
And I grinned. Not because I won. But because I earned his respect.
"BUT NOW," he said, "WE MUST FINISH IT."
THE FINAL AGREEMENT
The wind stilled.
The skies quieted.
Even time seemed to hesitate—waiting for what was about to happen.
Both of us stood motionless, surrounded by the aftermath of months of battle.
Ashes of shattered mountains floated around like snow.
The stars above flickered nervously.
Your bodies: broken.
Your minds: sharp.
Your spirits: burning.
And without a word… you both understood.
This would be the end.
No more clashes. No more feints.
One final move.
"Let us end this properly."
The Wyrm-Lord's voice echoed in your soul like a dying sun's hum. "No tricks. No mercy. Just everything we have… in one moment."
You nodded. Silent.
You didn't need to speak—your will answered for you.
THE FINAL STRIKE BEGINS
THE WYRMLORD: MANA ANNIHILATION BREATH
He rose—wings stretched wide across the sky, four auroras rippling from them like the banners of a dying god. His mouth opened slowly… and reality bent. He gathered all of his remaining mana—not just his own, but from the entire planet, siphoning power from ley lines, beasts, storms, even the core itself.
The sky turned white.
The air began to boil.
His final attack wasn't just a breath—it was a planetary extinction beam, forged from the lifeblood of Theragor.
"THIS IS EVERYTHING I AM."
YOU: NULL EDGE — ABSOLUTE SEVERANCE
You drew no blade.
Instead, you reached inside yourself—into the deepest core of your soul, where will, rage, and purpose converged.
You extended your hand forward.
And from that motion… the void itself curved into a blade.
There was no light.
No flash.
Just an absence so sharp, even possibility couldn't survive it.
This wasn't a sword.
This was the idea of removal given form.
"AND THIS... IS THE END OF ALL THINGS."
THE CLASH
The Wyrm-Lord unleashed his final breath—a beam so large, it lit up the entire hemisphere, scarring the sky, vaporizing clouds, burning everything in its path.
In that moment, time stood still. The world held its breath as two forces collided—one of annihilation, the other of absolute severance. The impact sent shockwaves through the very fabric of reality, tearing apart the air and igniting the ground beneath us.
As the dust settled, I stood at the center of the chaos, heart racing, breathless. The Wyr m-Lord's form flickered, wavering like a mirage in the aftermath of our clash. I could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on me, the culmination of everything I had fought for, everything I had become.
"You are strong, Ace," the Wyrm-Lord's voice echoed, now softer, almost reverent. "But strength alone does not define a king."
I steadied myself, the remnants of our battle swirling around us like a storm. "What do you mean?"
"To rule is to understand. To conquer is to empathize. You have the power to destroy, but do you have the wisdom to lead?"
His words struck deep, resonating with the primal instincts that had guided me thus far. I had fought to survive, to grow stronger, but what lay beyond mere survival? What did it mean to be a ruler in a world filled with chaos?
"I... I don't know," I admitted, the weight of uncertainty settling in my chest. "I've only ever wanted to return home."
"Home is not a place, Ace. It is a state of being. You have the potential to shape this world, to bring balance where there is none. But first, you must confront your own heart."
The Wyrm-Lord's form shimmered, and I could see the remnants of his power coalescing around him, a testament to the battle we had just fought. "You have earned my respect, and with it, my guidance. Will you accept the mantle of leadership?"
I hesitated, the enormity of his offer weighing heavily on my mind. "What if I fail?"
"Failure is a part of growth. It is through our failures that we learn to rise again. Embrace your journey, Ace. The path ahead will not be easy, but it will be yours."
I took a deep breath, feeling the pulse of the world around me, the energy of the land, the whispers of the ancient souls that had guided me. "I will try."
"That is all anyone can ask," he replied, a hint of a smile in his voice. "Now, let us begin."
With that, the Wyrm-Lord extended a wing, and a portal of shimmering light opened behind him, revealing a path that led deeper into the heart of Nekar. I stepped forward, feeling the weight of my decision settle into place.
As I crossed the threshold, I felt a surge of energy, a connection to the world that pulsed with life and magic. I was no longer just a survivor; I was a leader, a protector, and perhaps, one day, a king.
"Welcome to your new beginning, Ace," the Wyrm-Lord said, his voice echoing in the vastness of the realm. "Together, we will forge a new destiny."
And with that, I stepped into the unknown, ready to embrace whatever challenges lay ahead, determined to carve my own path in this wild, untamed universe.