The air crackled with tension as Noctis and Brass circled each other, their eyes locked in fierce determination. Without warning, both warriors charged, each propelled by unrelenting strength. The sound of impact reverberated through the icy ground as their fists collided in a brutal punch to each other’s midsections. Noctis felt the sickening pressure as Brass’s fist dug into his gut, the force behind it almost knocking the breath from his lungs. Pain bloomed like fire across his abdomen, and for a moment, he fought the urge to retch. Brass, too, staggered from the blow, his icy form splintering where Noctis’s fist had made contact. Another jagged crack ran across his midsection, shards of ice falling to the ground. Yet he merely narrowed his glowing eyes, ignoring the fractures. Both warriors stepped back, a flicker of mutual respect passing between them even as they sized each other up, breathing heavily. As they steadied themselves, a transformation began to take hold in both f
Jeremy’s fists clenched as he muttered, “I’m ready.” The words left his lips reluctantly, his eyes reflecting uncertainty. This wasn’t what he’d wanted—yet here he stood, compelled forward with no other choice.A silence followed, stretching long enough that he began to wonder if he’d even been heard. Then, out of the ethereal stillness, Mundan materialized, his expression unreadable as he approached. Without a word, he placed a firm hand on Jeremy’s shoulder, and the world around them shifted.In an instant, they were transported. The landscape was like nothing Jeremy had seen before, an expanse of pure white that stretched endlessly in every direction. The air felt charged, as if it held secrets woven into the very fabric of reality. They were alone in the vast, colorless void.Mundan’s voice broke the silence, his tone solemn. “You have chosen the right path, son. Welcome to the Celestial Realm. From this moment forward, you are one of us.”Jer
Six months had passed since Jeremy’s departure to the Celestial Realm, and Earth stood on the verge of chaos. Without his leadership, the Dark Horses Guild and those he’d left behind faced a relentless barrage of threats. The Netherworld’s forces had unleashed a wave of destruction, the freaks and abominations flooding the mortal realm, bringing terror and bloodshed to the innocent. In the shadows, Burke—predicting the moves against him—remained elusive, shrouded in secrecy and defending himself with elite fighters and vicious beasts.James Detroit bore the weight of protecting both Jeremy’s guild and, more importantly, his family. He had shouldered these burdens, gathering allies where he could, including a recent alliance with the Dark Horses Guild. As Jeremy’s absence became more widely known, the attacks grew more desperate, coordinated with vicious precision. Soren, a prominent force from the Netherworld, had become their primary threat, and his incursions le
The city of Texheram was no more than a smoldering wasteland. What once stood as a bustling metropolis was now a graveyard of shattered buildings and burning rubble. The streets, once filled with life, were eerily silent except for the crackling of flames and the occasional cries for help. The sky was a murky gray, thick with ash, and the faint glow of fires illuminated the chaos below. It was in this hellscape that Soren stood, embodying the destruction he had wrought.Perched on the edge of a crumbling skyscraper, Soren exuded a terrifying aura of dominance. His crimson attire, immaculate despite the carnage, caught the flickering light of the fires, and his tousled hair danced with the breeze. In his grasp was a woman, her neck clutched tightly in his hand. She gasped for air, her struggles feeble against the overwhelming strength of her captor.“Isn’t the weather splendid today?” Soren said with a grin that stretched unnaturally wide. His voice was calm, almost cheerful, yet laced
Soren descended gracefully, his crimson aura swirling around him like a living entity. His polished red gloves caught the dim light, and he dusted them off as if brushing away imaginary dirt. His gaze fixed on Elijah, a sneer tugging at his lips.“Insolent being,” he scoffed, his voice carrying an air of disdain. “How many times must I remind the world? I’ve stood at the peak of S rank for over a century. The strongest gods are just within my grasp. To think someone like you could challenge me… it’s laughable.”Elijah stood firm, his calm demeanor masking the storm within. “I agree with you,” he said, his tone steady. “Your power is extraordinary. But, you see, I’m not exactly ordinary myself.”Soren raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite himself.“I’ve been stuck at the peak of A rank for over two decades,” Elijah continued. “And just as the A rank is a bridge to the heroic ranks, S rank serves as the gateway to divinity. You stand at the edge of godhood, but even the gods have their l
James stirred in the rubble, the sharp sting of pain dragging him back to consciousness. Blood trickled down his face, pooling beneath him, and his entire body felt as though it had been shattered and pieced back together. His breaths came in shallow gasps, each one a struggle against the suffocating weight of debris and exhaustion.“Damn it,” he thought bitterly, his mind swimming in a haze of fragmented memories."Since I was young, I knew I was different. Special." James’s thoughts drifted to a distant past, a time when the world had been simpler. "I was born into wealth, into privilege. My family wanted for nothing, and from the moment I could walk, it was clear I wasn’t like the others."By six, James wasn’t just strong; he was superhuman. His punches could break walls, and his reflexes were unmatched. But with that strength came isolation."I terrified the other kids," he thought. "They couldn’t understand me. My silence, my ferocious gaze, the way I always got what I wanted—it
All Jeremy could see was red; his left eye had been badly damaged from countless slashes, and several thick trickles of blood could be seen flowing down his face. His Prussian blue eyes held little to no life.His white hair had been partly painted deep red, and his light skin was discolored by several celestial strikes.Lying prone on the floor was none other than the white-haired male who had been brutally bruised and slashed."Get up, pipsqueak!" A very low-pitched voice bellowed, reverberating throughout the whole space and causing the entire atmosphere to rumble violently.'How did it end up like this?' Jeremy thought.After countless years of training and fighting to prepare for this day, Jeremy couldn't stomach his defeat.'I couldn't even behold his face properly. Now I'm at his feet, at his mercy. Just how, just how did I live my life? When and where did I go wrong?' Jeremy pondered, using one arm to lift his whole body slightly.Almost immediately, an invisible force slammed
"Hey, Sarah," Jeremy greeted, trying to push the remnants of his unsettling dream to the back of his mind."You seemed a bit out of it. Everything okay?" Sarah asked, her brow furrowing with genuine concern.Sarah was a vision of understated elegance, with her fair complexion that seemed to glow softly under the fluorescent lights of the classroom. Her gentle features were framed by waves of chestnut hair that cascaded down her shoulders in loose curls, adding a touch of warmth to her otherwise serene countenance. Her eyes, a shade of hazel that danced with flecks of gold in the sunlight, held a quiet wisdom and kindness that drew people to her effortlessly. Clad in a simple yet stylish ensemble, she exuded a natural charm and grace that made her a beacon of warmth and friendship amidst the hustle and bustle of high school life.Jeremy nodded, forcing a reassuring smile. "Yeah, just a rough morning. You know how it is."Sarah studied him for a moment, her gaze searching his face for