After a full rest, allowing his bones to nd from the relentless pressure of the intensifying gravity, Jake stood up, grasped the final key, and approached the grand door. With a steady hand, he unlocked and opened it, revealing the treasures within.
A spirit-like entity appeared, its form glowing with an otherworldly light, and guided Jake forward. Inside, he claid the three coveted gravity-based artifacts: the Gravitation Scepter, the Voidstone Gauntlets, and the Orb of Singularity. Alongside these powerful relics, he also inherited the Gravity Legacy of the Nine Heaven King.
Closing his eyes he learned all the things and profound knowledge of Gravity elent.
As he took possession of these extraordinary items, the spirit spoke with a resonant voice, affirming Jake's worthiness and urging him to use his newfound power wisely.
Jake nodded, and then he was gently expelled from the chamber. This ti, he didn't end up on his face or his butt, landing gracefully instead.
Jake then decided to check the legacy Ramis had obtained. During the Gravity Walk challenge, he had received so knowledge but had ignored it at the ti. Now was the mont to explore it.
Closing his eyes and sifting through the knowledge, he discovered the na of the fifth legacy part: the Tempest Legacy. Along with this, he learned about three artifacts from the Wind Series.
Nodding his head, Jake looked toward the center and thought, "Ramis must have already reached the sixth shrine by now. There's no need for to go there."
With this in mind, he began making his way toward the central shrine. As he ran, he swapped his shoes for the Cyclone Runners, a pair of artifact shoes that Ramis had found. These shoes were capable of increasing one's speed by 100 tis. As Jake wore them, his speed increased dramatically, making it difficult for him to see his surroundings.
Fortunately, his authority of Transcendence helped him process all the information faster, allowing his vision to return to normal.
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On the other side of the battlefield, an injured Black Dragon with shimring purple crystals embedded in its scales and massive, crystalline red wings adorned with a purple hue was struggling to stay aloft. This majestic creature, once a symbol of imnse power and grace, was now riddled with grave wounds, its blood leaving a trail in the sky.
Ramis, the dragon, looked back and saw a dozen Infernals, their bodies also marked by battle, relentlessly pursuing him. Their monstrous forms, twisted and hellish, seed undeterred by their own injuries. "Damn these cockroach-like bastards," Ramis growled, his voice filled with frustration and fatigue.
Determined to fight back, Ramis soared higher into the sky, his powerful wings beating against the air. Once he had gained enough altitude, he swiftly turned around, his eyes blazing with fierce resolve. Opening his massive jaws, he began to condense a highly energized ray of Ruination, drawing on the deepest reserves of his power.
The energy crackled and built up within him, forming a devastating beam.
As he unleashed the ray of Ruination, a blinding light cut through the air, searing towards the Infernals. The infernal creatures, realizing the imminent threat, scrambled to evade the attack. Most managed to leap aside, but a few were caught in the deadly beam, their forms disintegrating into ashes almost instantly.
The sheer force of the attack montarily cleared the air, giving Ramis a brief respite.
He started flying away with fewer Infernals in pursuit. From ti to ti, he would attack them, and they would retaliate, turning the realm into a deadly ga of hide and seek between the two groups. As Ramis continued flying, he noticed his energy reserves falling dangerously low. Gritting his teeth, he muttered, "Damn, I don't want to seem weak in front of him, but I have no choice."
Sensing the master-slave contract, he made a sharp turn and began flying toward Jake. The Infernals, seeing him head toward the central shrine, increased their speed in a desperate bid to stop him.
"Stop that bastard, he must be aiming for the shrine!" one of them yelled.
"Do not let him go there, or we won't be able to do anything," the leader shouted, urging the others on.
Despite their increased speed, their opponent was a master of space. Ramis, using his void elent, occasionally perford space jumps, increasing the distance between him and his pursuers. This ability made their attempts to catch him futile, as each leap left them further behind and more frustrated.
As he reached the shrine, Ramis scanned the area, searching for Jake. Suddenly, he spotted sothing barreling toward him at breakneck speed. The entity moved so fast that it generated occasional sonic rings, sending shockwaves repeatedly through the air.
The being abruptly halted right in front of Ramis, the sudden stop creating a massive pressure wave that nearly knocked him over. However, he dug his claws into the ground and stood firm.
"Why this form?" Jake asked, scrutinizing him. As he looked closer, he noticed nurous wounds on Ramis.
"You encountered them?" Jake inquired.
"They're behind ," Ramis replied, his form beginning to shift and change back into human shape.
Ramis after taking the Human form , sit on the ground and closed hsi eyes and started ditation to generate back his energy.
Jake looked around and sensed a number of Infernals rushing towards them. He waited, and soon, the Infernals appeared in a semi-circle formation, their gazes shifting between him and Ramis.
One of them raised his hand, a black ray forming and aiming directly at Ramis.
Clang!
"I'm here, you know," Jake said, blocking the ray with his sword.
The Infernals then focused their attention on Jake. One of them sneered, "Take care of this weakling."
A vein throbbed in Jake's head as he heard the insult.
[Nexus' laughter echoed in his mind, taunting him. "Hahahahahah, you were trying to pose, but they called you a weakling! Hahahaha."]
"Myne admonished Nexus, though she was laughing as well. "Nexus, you shouldn't. Jake at least tried to act cool."
Ignoring the taunts, Jake looked at the group of Infernals and, with a swift motion, slashed his sword.
One of the Infernals sneered, "Oh! It seems the weakling wants to fight back."
Their laughter filled the air:
"Hahahaha."
"Hahahahshhshs."
"Hahahahahah."
"Ahhahah...huh?"
Their laughter abruptly ceased as five Infernals in front of them suddenly split in two, falling lifelessly to the ground. Their expressions remained frozen in mocking smiles, unable to comprehend how they died.
Jake looked at others, seeing him gazing at them they gulped, they now already k ow he isbt soone they can take lightly.
Jake looked at the remaining Infernals, and as his gaze t theirs, they gulped, realizing he wasn't soone to be taken lightly.
The leader of the group examined Jake, sensing his realm and frowning at the result. "Baron rank? But how?" he thought, then focused on the sword Jake was holding, unable to determine its rank.
Sneering, the leader said, "Don't be afraid. He's just relying on his weapon. He's Baron rank like us. We have the numbers—surround them!"
As the Infernals began to close in, Jake remained calm. His power, even before this point, had been enough to handle anyone in his realm, and now he could easily toy with those even above his rank.
He waited patiently as the pitiful bunch of weaklings attempted to surround him. One by one, the Infernals attacked, and Jake dispatched them effortlessly. With each swing of his sword, an Infernal fell, their bodies crumpling to the ground as if they were re children.
Jake moved with precision and grace, every strike lethal and efficient. The Infernals, despite their numbers, were no match for him. Panic set in among them as they realized the futility of their efforts, but it was too late. Jake cut through them like a hot knife through butter, his expression remaining composed and almost bored.
Soon, only the leader remained. He stared at Jake in disbelief, his eyes wide with shock and fear. All around him lay the bodies of his comrades, slain as easily as if they were children. The leader's confidence shattered, he struggled to comprehend how Jake, a supposed Baron rank, had annihilated his forces so effortlessly.
Jake stood before the leader, his sword dripping with the dark blood of the fallen Infernals. He gazed at the trembling figure with an unwavering, cold look, ready to finish what had been started.
Jake slowly walked towards the last remaining Infernal. The leader attempted to flee, but chains coiled around his neck and limbs, rendering him helpless. He listened in horror as Jake's footsteps echoed behind him, growing closer until they stopped.
Jake placed his hand on the leader's head. "Usurper," he intoned, his voice echoing ominously. The leader's eyes widened in terror before he fell into an eternal slumber. Jake absorbed all his mories, life experiences, bloodline—everything.
With a calm detachnt, Jake then used the Inferno flas to burn all the bodies to ashes, erasing any trace of the battle.
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