Years flew by.
Inside a runic citadel Alexandra opened her glowing eyes and sighed in disappointnt. "Failure. Why can’t I comprehend it? Why can’t I comprehend fate?" For over three hundred years, from when she was at the emperor rank, she had been desperately trying to comprehend the true aning of fate, the true aning of her innate ability, but all her efforts were futile.
It was as if there was an unknown force preventing her from understanding fate.
Over these hundreds of years, she had already progressed to the late stage of the spirit forging rank, but she was still a distance away from the peak stage, was the strongest creature on the world other than her master. It wasn’t that there weren’t any more late-stage spirit ranks; there were more, three more: Iron Tooth, Thallo, and Malavan. But she was stronger than the three due to her tier 4 true aning, while theirs were still at tier 3.
And the reason why they were the only ones at the late-stage spirit rank wasn’t because they were more talented than the other creatures. No, there were many other creatures who had higher talent rank nexus spheres, such as the new rank, diamond rank, that started showing up in the new generation like grass. But they had two advantages over these creatures: strength and stronger will.
This is a world where strength dictates everything: who gets what, who rules who, who lives, and who dies. So, utilizing their nature given right, they took spirit stones from those weaker creatures, just as their master did, and with their stronger wills, they could progress faster through the ranks.
The strong beco stronger, and the weak remain weak.
This doesn’t include Malavan. After all, he had a diamond-tier nexus sphere.
She turned her head upwards, her gaze penetrating the world barrier and into the endless darkness. She was searching for soone, searching for her master, but she saw nothing, sensed nothing, not even a hint of his aura.
He, along with his clones, had vanished without a trace for hundreds of years now. If it wasn’t for the fact that she could sense his path still burning brightly, she would have thought that he had died.
She lowered her head and looked at the wingless sky-clan male that had just appeared before her, Anul, her disciple, the boy she instructed Eve to save during the darkest days.
She could rember the first mont she t him; she saw his determination, his bravery, and most importantly, his future and his innate affinity towards combat.
"Master," he greeted.
"You have my permission," she said in a calm tone. There was no need for him to tell her what he was here for, for she already knew.
"Yes, master," replied Anul in an extrely respectful tone, after which he vanished and reappeared outside of the world barrier, in the vacuum of space, 100 km before a 10 km long runic tower.
He gazed at the tower with burning eyes, then his middle-stage spirit-ranked aura exploded outwards.
A second later, a hybrid, Crystalian with bull-like horns and tail, appeared from the tower his body also pulsed with the aura of a middle-stage spirit rank.
Their was no need communication, no, for each already knew the others intention.
The two gazed at each other while their wills exploded outwards and clashed against each other. Their wills clashed for a second, then the two turned into streaks of light traveling thousands of tis the speed of sound, in the opposite direction of the world.
They traveled hundreds of thousands of kiloters away from the world, then their figures started to pulse with tier 3 true aning of horn and combat each.
Anul raised his fist to his lower jaw, he started to bounce slightly. As he was bouncing , a 30 km tall giant transparent form appeared behind him.
Two giant 30 km transparent horns manifested behind the hybrid, after which they vanished and reappeared a few ters before Anul, aiming at his head.
His eyes shone, then he calmly punched out with his arms, right then left, at vanishing speed, at the ti the figure behind also copied his movent.
As soon as he punched out, the two incoming horns shattered into pieces. He then gently tapped the void below his right leg, and he vanished, reappearing 3000 km away after launching a terrifying punch at the location where he previously stood.
Imdiately after, a giant 30 km fist manifested a few ters before the hybrid who had just appeared there.
The hybrid’s eyes flickered, then a transparent 30 km horn instantly manifested around him, him being at its center. He then bent his hoof-like knees slightly, then he launched himself towards the fist.
Instantly, the tip of his horn made contact with the fist, and it penetrated it like paper km by km, but before he could completely penetrate it, his instincts scread at him and a giant transparent figure appeared to the right side of him, just a ter outside the horn that enveloped him, with its fist aiming at him.
His eyes flashed and a 10 km horn appeared on the right of him blocking the fist, when suddenly his instincts scread out at him again, and before he could react, Anul shattered the left side of his horn barrier with a punch and appeared before him, and instantly punched him hundreds of thousands of tis.
The impact from the punches shattered his spirit barrier and sent him flying tens of thousands of kiloters away. He scanned himself only to see cracks on his body and his crystal-like blood staining the vacuum; his eyes shone brightly with hate, as his body started to morph, but before he could finish morphing a figure appeared before him, and then terrifying pain washed over him, and the next thing he knew, the world in his eyes was spinning.
If it weren’t for his will, he would have been confused; he wouldn’t have known that he had been decapitated.
He sighed with disappointnt, then his spirit flashed out from his head and towards the world.
Anul gazed at this with indifference; he then vanished and reappeared before the sa 10 km long tower from before. He then vanished and reappeared inside, before a ter-long runic sphere. He placed his hand on it, imprinting his mark on it, making it his.
These towers were special and held a honorable status; only the strongest are worthy of occupying them.
He then vanished and appeared on the first floor, sitting on a golden throne.
At that mont, the thousands of gazes that were locked onto that area vanished.
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