Yoshito’s fists blurred as he raged against Jinn, each strike heavy enough to ripple the very fabric of existence. The air around them distorted with the clash of immense energies, the battlefield trembling under the weight of their combat. Yet, for all his fury and strength, Yoshito could barely scratch Jinn. The draconic god smirked, his movements effortless, weaving through the prince’s assaults as if they were child's play.“You’re strong, prince,” Jinn mocked, dodging a furious punch before retaliating with a crushing blow to Yoshito’s chest. “But strength without focus is nothing but a tantrum.”Yoshito roared, his true form flaring brighter as he hurled a devastating attack toward Jinn. The energy collided, shaking the heavens and sending shockwaves across the battlefield. When the smoke cleared, Jinn stood unscathed, brushing dust off his armor.“Impressive,” Jinn said, his voice dripping with disdain. “But futile.”Before Yoshito could react, Jinn capitalized on his lack of f

As Joseph surveyed his surroundings, disoriented in the unfamiliar and chaotic world, he noticed something peculiar—his appearance began to shift. His once dark skin, blue hair, and silver eyes flickered like a kaleidoscope, morphing through various complexions and features. First, he transformed into an albino form, with pale pinkish-white skin, hair like faint yellow or ivory silk, and multicolored eyes that glimmered in shades of blue, gray, and translucent pink.Then his skin transitioned again, becoming a fair, pale complexion, less stark than his albino state. His hair cycled rapidly through hues of white, blonde, brown, red, and black, while his eyes followed suit, shifting from vibrant blues to pale greens, rich browns, and jet blacks. Finally, the changes stopped as abruptly as they had begun, and he returned to his original form—dark skin, glowing blue hair, and radiant silver eyes that still flickered faintly, betraying his state of mind. His hair and eyes, ever luminous, r

As they ventured cautiously deeper into the labyrinthine dungeon, the air grew heavier with the stench of death and decay. Their eyes scanned the shadows and walls, illuminated dimly by the faint glow of their enchanted torches. The remnants of countless battles littered the path ahead—broken weapons, shattered armor, and the lifeless corpses of monsters, humans, demi-humans, demigods, demons, and other unrecognizable creatures. Piles of dried bones lay scattered, a silent testament to the carnage that had transpired in this place. A sense of foreboding settled over the group as they wondered what kind of force could have wrought such devastation.Weapons drawn, they pressed forward, navigating the treacherous depths with practiced precision. Finally, they reached the heart of the labyrinth—a cavernous chamber far larger than any they had encountered before. The room was suffused with an ominous silence, broken only by the faint crackling of their torches. In the center of the chamber