Rex tried it again inside the inner world at a spot where the fla wouldn't want to try and kill him. During his frequent fights with the fla, he had to most of the ti dodge and ran away from it but he discovered that when he got a distance away from it, it wouldn't try to catch him.
Whether the fla felt that he was just an ant and didn't intend to catch him when he was at this far or whether it was sothing else, it didn't matter for him. This was a place where he could test and train and so he trained. At first, it was like trying to hold water with his hands his ntal energy would slip away the mont he tried. He tried and tried again till he would be kicked out of that inner world due to his ntal energy being drained. But gradually, his efforts bore fruit.
He learned how to shape his willpower into various shapes, the only limiter was his imagination plus ntal strength and capacity. He would train till he thought he could beat the la before challenging it. It was train, battle, train....battle continuously. With each battle, his ntal strength grew stronger as well as his control over it. Though he still couldn't do much damage to the fla, the duration of the battles beca longer.
Finally, after what felt like months of gruelling effort, Rex stood in his inner world, battered, his body had burn marks here and there, his entire shirt had been burnt but he himself remained unyielding.
Rex stood in the vast expanse of his inner world, sweat dripping from his brow. Before him danced the dark fla, his own elent that was also his enemy in this battle. It ford tendrils which squird and twisted, their fiery ends snapping like whips, eager to strike.
He had lost count of how many tis he had faced against this dark fla. The battles were a blur of pain and exhaustion, each ti he got killed in this ntal world and go out into the real world. But what he had gotten from them were experience, fighting experience. The fla lashed out, a blazing tendril whipping toward him with blistering speed.
Rex sidestepped, his movents fluid. Unlike his first few battles, when he had barely managed to stumble out of the way, his reflexes now felt sharp, his body honed by countless hours of training. The tendril missed him by a hair's breadth, searing the air where he had been monts before.
Another tendril ca from his left, this one faster and more unpredictable. Rex ducked low, spinning on his heel as the fla whipped past him. The sensation of heat grazed his skin, but he remained unscathed.
Gripping his ntal spear tightly, he lunged forward, eting the next tendril head-on. The collision sent a resounding pang echoing through the inner world, as if steel had struck steel. The fla recoiled, its tendril curling back like a wounded serpent.
Rex didn't let this chance slip up. He advanced with ferocity, thrusting his spear at the fla's core. Each clash of his weapon against the fiery tendrils sent vibrations through his arms, but he held firm.
Throughout the battles he had faced with the weapons he had used, he liked the spear the most and was the reason for his usage. Being able to use it with this much proficiency, without a teacher was quite the talent. Unlike children of his age who should just be learning how to hold their elents, Rex was facing a battle. It wasn't to say that he didn't had the teacher, his enemy was his own teacher and the battles were a learning experience for him.
The fla surged, its tendrils lashing out in a chaotic flurry, a last ditch effort to overwhelm him. But Rex was ready. He moved like a shadow, weaving through the barrage parrying from ti to ti.
"This ends now....."
Finally, with a defiant roar, he thrust his spear forward, piercing through a particularly thick tendril and driving the fla backward. The entity recoiled, its movents faltering as it struggled to maintain its form.
Rex saw his opening and pressed his advantage. With a series of rapid strikes, he forced the fla to the ground. It flickered weakly, it had no more power nor energy whereas Rex still had so to spare.
He stood over it, his spear poised to deliver the final blow. The fla was at his rcy, its once mighty presence now reduced to a feeble glow beneath his feet. Pointing his spear at the fla, ti seed to freeze for seconds as Rex didn't deliver the final blow as if hesitating. Slowly, he lowered his weapon.
Rex turned his back to it, releasing his spear and letting it dissolve into nothingness. But before he could take a step away, the fla flared up, its tendrils trembling with renewed anger. It seed as if it refused to accept pity from it's own enemy. But Rex wasn't giving it pity, no it was sothing else.
Without warning, chains erupted from the ground, forged from Rex's ntal power and imagination. They wrapped around the fla, binding it tightly. The entity thrashed and struggled, but it was too drained from the battle to break free.
Rex turned back to face it, his expression resolute. He pointed a finger at the bound fla, his voice ringing with finality.
"You are mine"
"You belong to now"
"Your power is no longer your own, it is also mine to command"
It would seem that Rex had finally won the battle but it was not the case. Throughout with ti, as it recovered it's energy, it tried to break free from the chains again and again, but it wouldn't break. Rex would have to go into his inner world and wait it till the fla clad down. Slowly with ti, its chaotic energy remained, but it no longer lashed out at him.
Subduing the fla didn't an mastering it outright which he discovered later on. Even after he gained control, the fla refused to obey him willingly. It acted only because Rex's ntal power commanded it. In the real world, when using his fire elent, he discovered that fact. Every ti he summoned it, it consud so of his ntal energy to control it. Where his peers could wield their elents effortlessly, Rex had to strain to maintain control but in return it also helped him as well. Control was sothing necessary for cultivators to cast spells.
The battles in his inner world had honed his ntal power to levels far beyond others his age. Because of this, Rex could wield his fla for longer than others, despite the strain it placed on him.
{End of Flashback}
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