One day became a week.A week became a month.
And then… a year.
Ren and Kael trained every single day.
Morning: endurance.Afternoon: combat.Night: ?nima control.
Kael focused on his power.
The 27th Form of Midas — The Absolute.
The technique he already possessed… Impose.
At first, it was weak.Just a faint pressure.
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But over time…
He learned to concentrate it.
Now, when he activated it—
“Impose.”
The air bent.
The target’s body was pressed down as if the entire world were forcing it into the ground.Sometimes, Kael could hurl enemies away with invisible force.
It was no longer just a command.
It was a temporary law.
Ren, on the other hand, trained with the sword.
There was no hidden power within it.The strength came from him.
After months of practice, something finally responded.
A faint glow appeared along the blade.
He closed his eyes.
“Ascending Cut.”
Ren twisted his body, and the blade tore through the air, creating a wave of pressure that surged forward.
It did not shatter mountains.It did not split monsters in half.
But…
It was fast.Precise.Lethal.
It was the first step.
Power does not always arrive in thunder.
Sometimes it begins as a whisper along steel.
They are no longer the same boys who watched Eron fall.
But the world… is still much larger than them.