They were right. There was indeed more to co. This much was true and could not be avoided.
The reason for this was because when manu had been imprisoned ten thousand years ago, he had been a demi god, but his imprisonnt had done. Lot of damage to him.
It had striped him of a lot of his power. Then again, that had been the plan, to slowly wither him away until he beca nothing of significance.
In fact, if it had been a human that had found him, his situation would have been worse than it had been at just falling to the gold rank.
It was Chiron’s robust foundation that allowed him preserve that much power.
aning that he would have to first face the lightning strikes for climbing into the gold rank with this body and then he would face the legendary Seven lightning strikes that severed one from their mortality, each strike representing one of the seven cardinal sins.
As the echoes of the first lightning strike faded, the battlefield grew eerily silent for a mont. Thin tendrils of smoke rose from Manu’s charred skin, his body trembling under the force of the punishnt he had endured. The platform beneath his feet was scorched, glowing faintly with residual sparks of energy that danced and fizzled in erratic patterns, remnants of the heavenly wrath.
From the pillar below, a low hum began to emanate—a deep, resonant sound that carried a strange sense of inevitability. A soft, ethereal light began to shine from its core, spreading outward like liquid gold. The glow intensified, rushing upward like a flood, enveloping Manu’s body in its warmth. The light surged into his form, and where his flesh had been burned and broken, it began to nd. His skin knitted itself back together with impossible speed, fresh and unmarred, as if the lightning had never touched him.
Manu threw his head back and chuckled, the sound sharp and mocking. His voice carried to the heavens, his tone laced with defiance. "Is that all? I thought the heavens would put up more of a fight."
The storm above growled in response, a deep rumble that shook the air. The clouds churned once more, and high above, another bolt began to gather. This one was larger, more nacing, its edges jagged and alive with searing blue-white energy. It writhed like a living thing, desperate to descend and obliterate its target.
Manu didn’t flinch. He spread his arms again, inviting the next strike. "Co on, then! Show your fury!"
The second bolt struck with even greater force, a blinding spear of pure energy that tore through the sky and slamd into Manu’s body. The impact shattered the ground around him, sending shards of stone flying in every direction. His body convulsed, his veins glowing an angry red as the energy coursed through him. He fell to one knee, his smirk faltering for a brief mont.
But as before, the pillar answered. Its light surged upward once again, flooding into him and knitting his broken body back together. His smirk returned, wider than before, as he rose to his feet. "Is this all you’ve got? I’m just getting started."
The heavens roared in frustration, and a third bolt of lightning began to form. This one was wider, crackling with chaotic energy that illuminated the entire sky. When it struck, the platform itself shuddered under the force, deep cracks spiderwebbing across its surface. Manu scread this ti, the pain undeniable, as the lightning ravaged his body.
Yet, the pillar remained steadfast. Its glow pulsed with life, healing him once more, and now, sothing else was happening. Each ti it restored him, it did more than simply nd his wounds—it made him stronger. His aura grew heavier, denser, more imposing.
Even those watching could see it.
By the fourth strike, the lightning ca down as a barrage of tendrils, coiling around him like serpents. They hissed and snapped, their energy carving deep furrows into his flesh. Manu’s laughter grew louder, more manic, as he stood firm against the assault.
"More!" he bellowed, his voice cracking with both pain and exhilaration. "Give more! You can’t stop !"
The fifth strike was catastrophic. The bolt that descended was a column of blinding light, its core a swirling vortex of gold and silver energy. When it hit, the platform itself began to crumble, pieces breaking away and falling into the abyss below. Manu’s body seed to disintegrate under the onslaught, reduced to a silhouette of glowing energy.
But the pillar’s light rose to et him again, surging upward with renewed vigor. It restored him fully, his body whole and glowing with power. He stood tall, his chest heaving, his eyes blazing with triumph.
"Is that it?" he shouted to the heavens. "Is that all you can do?"
The final strike ca without warning. The sky split open, and a bolt wider than any before crashed down with deafening force. The entire battlefield was consud in light, the air vibrating with the intensity of the attack. Manu’s body was blasted backward, slamming into the edge of the platform.
But as the light faded, he was still standing. His skin was unmarred, his aura radiating with unmatched ferocity. The pillar beneath him pulsed one last ti, its energy flowing into him like a tide, solidifying his advance.
Manu licked his lips, his grin feral. "Six strikes," he muttered to himself, flexing his fingers as power surged through his veins. "Six steps to perfection. And still, you couldn’t kill ."
>>Alert: Host Has faced The Six Strikes of Heaven’s Tribulation for the Gold Realm, and will now face the strikes fir the Demi god realm
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