Ah, the picturesque se of destru and chaos in the apocalyptic csh! How lovely it must have been to withe delicate bance of nature being disrupted by the egos of powerful beings.
The snow, always so pure and white, served as a vas for devastation, adding a touch of grim irony to the ndscape. Who khat a serene snow pin could double up as a battleground for oversized egos and their destructive tendencies?
Emperor Burn, with his charming personality and subtle touch, really knew how to leave a sting impression on the enviro. His attacks were not just attacks; they were masterpieces of annihition, turning hills into mere dust particles with a flick of his wrist.
A's not fet the toug moments where forests turned into bonfires, rivers decided to take an impromptu vacation, and mountains pyed the role of crumbliras in this grand produ of chaos and disorder.
Iernal winter of the bordernds, where every fke of snow had a story to tell, our dear junior fleet admiral and his crew engaged in a delightful dance of destru, bringing warmth to the hearts of all who witheir grand spectaayhem.
Truly, who needed poetry and art when you had a battlefield as a vas and raging egos as artists? Such was the beauty of war, where every explosion was a brushstroke and every scream a note in the symphony of destru.
But that recisely why this pce had been a perfect setting for a showdown.
paring it to his battle with Dirk Marshal and the first White Dwarf who had desded to this p, it was like paring heaven ah. Dirk Marshal had actually stepped foot on the ground, not floated around in his spaceship.
His maneuvers were smaller, more fio the city of Elysian capital where they had fought, albeit arguably more anid flexible. But it was surely nothing pared to this aerial fight.
Burn wondered, if Dirk hadn’t bee on an assassination mission, and if he had been allowed to wreak this much havoc, would that experience have been more delightful than this?
It was such a shame, really. Shame!
Burn wa all to st longer. He wao fight even more!
But as, this crew of spaceship officers had already decided to hit the self-destruct button oire world.
[Zendu'garoth! Feran'dor! Kel'duran! Vor'shak! Shendren! K'rathem! Venor!]
He, for one, felt that this fight could have been even more iing. In just a little bit, he felt as if he was almost on the brink of enlighte.
Ah, so this was how it felt to be blue balled in the middle of an all-out fight?
Yes, his body was breaking down. Yes, he wouldn’t st much longer, either. But there was no surprise at all. Everything was as expected. Where was the plot twist?!
[Kel'drinor vyrethor ael'ferian! Tahr'ethor vyrethor ael'thrakahor, quithor vyrethor ael'sathorian, zyrathor vyrethor valehor!]
Such a waste of great entments. Such a waste of a loop. Such a waste of a life—such a waste of a great song!
“Ma’s break into outer spaext time,” Burn whispered.
Man ughed in the middle of her song.
Such a waste of a beautiful, beautiful ugh.
[Zorath! Zaelothor! Kel'duran! Vor'shak! Shendren! K'rathem! Venor!]
But what if…
Burn grasped his sword, the nagging feeling of enlighte scratg the back of his head. He felt something—he felt he was about to make sense of something—
The sed prince of Soulnaught, the illegitimate bastard, Caliburn Pendragon, had Soulnaught Syndrome.
“I guess he’s truly a prince of Soulnaught when he had the same illness as the founder. But how poor… he doesn’t seem to have Force taleher, hahaha!”
“Why did the King even bring him to the pace? He doesn’t even look pleasant. A wallflower is more useful than him!”
“Augh, ge,” Burn muttered. Why would he remember those pathetic memories from his childhood? Was this some sort of a requirement for enlighte?
This wasn’t some sort of hero awakening, for the devil’s sake!
But well, thanks to no one who cared enough to teach him Force art, it led to him having to learn himself. It led to him gaining mind-body unity without even awakening Force.
The process was reversed.
Usually, mind-body unity could only be achieved after awakening one's Force. It was such a special achievement to finally be able to trol every single cell of the body manually.
After all, why would one want to trol everything manually when it could be doomatically? Like a mae, the body rogrammed to work as expected.
The beating of the heart, the funing of the ans, the coordinatioween the expanding rib cage and breathing—it all reduced strain and allowed the brain to use its energy for other tasks, like your daily muhinking and feeling.
This design erfe itself, created by her than God.
This was one reason why Ford Vision were absolute opposites. When one chose to trol their body manually, going against what God had bestowed, they realized how much they had abandoned His blessing.
Mind-body unity should only have been possible after awakening one's Force because the overwhelming strain of manually trolling the body was enough to be fatal.
Awakening Force would be what saved them. Not only would the mana energy support and prevent the strain from being fatal, but the experience gained from mastering the body and acquiring tremendous power would also py a role.
After years of training, they wouldn’t easily succumb to panic. They would be patient and uanding of their body, knowing its limits to avoid self-destru.
Overall, they wouldn’t die from overexerting the heart or lose a limb from ing oxygen supply. They wouldn’t go ihey wouldn’t fear pain when making a mistake, being able to rectify it with Force.
They would unlock their best potential by uanding every single cell in their body.
Yes.
Burn gaihe state of mind-body unity before all of that.
He didn’t have Forergy to heal himself. He didn’t have experieo ter every single side-effect of unlog the state of full mind-body trol.
He was only five years old.
But strangely, he found peace.
For the first time in his life, he was in the pany of something that was ultimately on his side, and it was something that was alive. Well, yes, it was his own body, but it was a meism that kept him existing in this world, and it was fasating.
At that state, it was almost like he was separating his mind from his body. It wasn’t about him anymore, it was about his body, as a differeenpletely from him.
Only when you are able to separate yourself from your body you unite.
He gained respect fod. He gained respect for this very meism God created to sustain his life. He learned from it, notig every single movement, no matter how small.
And he slowly asked questions.
“What if I do this?”
His body would answer with pain, and he would stop.
“How should I do this without hurting you?”
His body would ahat it was okay to hurt it to some degree because it would heal.
“How far I go?”
His body would ahat he should do as much as he could sustain.
So Burn started to tear himself to bits. He trained, and trained, and trained. And at some point, he became pletely oh this tool called mortality.
Until he awakened “Force”.
And suddenly, immortality was within reach.
[Zethra'dor ael'gyrak thradanil, helgron dorathor ael'fera'doroth!]
All this time, his force style was deeply rooted in his sole iion of survival, order, and absolute force. He crafted a perfect style suited to the very shape of his body, enhang every single cell to perfe.
No, he didn’t learn every single force type and style in this world to imitate them. He learo bee the absolute perfe itself. But none of it could satisfy his ideal.
But today… now that his body could mold to his will, finally, it was about him. He didn’t have to bend to the shape and limits of his body anymore.
He could ge his iion, and his body would follow.
Well, he realized this long ago. After all, it wasn’t such a great, divine, iive revetion or something. But there roblem.
There was no suergy avaible to create the perfe he sought. There was too mustability, and too much variability he couldn’t handle himself.
Ahhh…
“So now... it could be possible?” Burn muttered.
The enlightehat kept tig the back of his brain was there all along. He just realized that it ossible now, at this very moment.
[Lokethor ni'yathran aediveth dyrath'il, voranu'syr dun'farloth aedran'oroth, kethur'dran ael shen'dorlun doranak valen'ytheth!]
[Ael'drakul! Ael'drakul!]
With the Infich, who was also a saint, on his side managing the instability and variability, and the unlimited energy he could absorb from the White Dwarf—
[Azorath! Vaelothor! Kel'duran! Vor'shak! Shendren! K'rathem! Venor!]
It was definitely possible.
BLAAAAAAAAAAAASSTTT!!!
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