“That… is the brat that was breathing fire earlier…”The thought flashed through the mind of Ghecho Mokai as his blade clashed again and again against Oasis.Clang! Clang! Clang!Each strike came faster than the last.Each impact sent ripples of martial aura exploding into the air.Yet even as Ghecho fought—his eyes flickered briefly toward the distance.Toward Vesta, who stood grinning at Tuka."How is this even possible…?" Ghecho thought as he parried another strike, sparks scattering between crimson and cyan energy."That child… He moved just now at a speed that even I could barely follow…"Oasis’s blade came again—Ghecho deflected, barely.His muscles strained."And the way he speaks… That tone… that arrogance…"His eyes narrowed."It’s exactly like this brat in front of me."Another clash.BOOM!Martial aura burst outward."If I didn’t know better… I would swear that is exactly how this brat would speak at that age…"His gaze sharpened further."That child looks no older than s

“Blade awakening…”The thought formed clearly in the mind of Oasis as his sharp gaze remained locked onto Ghecho Mokai.“This state of aura manipulation he has been using all along… this is without a doubt blood aerosolizing.""He is sweating his life force… yet his vitality remains intact, and his martial aura is rapidly increasing.”Oasis observed every detail with frightening clarity.Mokai’s body pulsed.His blade pulsed.A dark crimson rhythm throbbed outward from him like a heartbeat made visible—each pulse expanding in violent waves that distorted the surrounding space.The aura spread in all directions.Heavy.Oppressive.Alive.Yet—the moment those crimson pulses touched the cyan radiance of the surrounding flame wall… they were devoured instantly.The same happened when they brushed against the thin veil of cyan energy that cloaked Oasis’s body.They vanished.Consumed.Erased.But that did not make them any less terrifying.On the contrary—the sheer density and intent beh

Then—after the sudden flood of mana—it happened.A primordial pressure descended.Not something natural.Not something that belonged to this world.It was as though an ancient will—older than time itself—had suddenly awakened and pressed down upon everything within a two-thousand-meter radius.Ghecho Mokai,Bocaroo, and Kaelen Vance—froze.Not by choice.Not by fear alone.But because the very space around them refused to let them move.The air thickened—no—it solidified.The dense mana that flooded the entire region became like an invisible ocean, pressing against their bodies from every direction.It coiled around their limbs, wrapped around their torsos, constricted their breathing, and anchored them in place as if unseen chains had bound them to the world itself.Above them—the vortex roared.The dark storm clouds twisted more violently, spiraling faster and faster, thunder rumbling with a deep, monstrous resonance.Lightning flickered within the clouds like veins of wrath, il

Meanwhile, as Oasis was in the midst of his breakthrough…Thousands of kilometers south of his location, beneath the vast canopy of a crescent moon night sky,a figure moved—no, glided—through the heavens with effortless dominance.The clouds parted before him as though in reverence.A being flew high above, his silhouette cutting cleanly through layers of drifting night mist.Though his true form was that of a dragon, he currently wore a humanoid shape—tall, composed,his presence restrained yet impossibly heavy, like a mountain hidden beneath calm waters.It was the very same dragon the Bluemoon brothers had once encountered before their journey to the Heavenly Barrow.His sharp, narrowed eyes glowed faintly in the dark as he came to a gradual halt mid-air, hovering silently.“...Mmh.”His gaze shifted toward the distant horizon—toward the unseen epicenter of chaos.“Without a doubt… the energy I felt a few minutes ago…” he murmured inwardly, his voice calm yet laced with intrigue,

After several more grueling hours beneath the relentless descent of violet lightning—each bolt heavier, denser,and more catastrophic than the last—something within Oasis finally surged.At first, it was subtle.A tremor… not of the body, but of essence.Then—It erupted.Deep within his being, from the very core of his existence—beyond flesh, beyond bone, beyond even his soul—two colossal silhouettes began to take form.They were not illusions.They were not mere projections.They were manifestations of his true essence.One was vast and boundless, an emerald silhouette of a Dragon.Its form was majestic and ancient, its presence exuding dominion, authority, and an overwhelming command over the winds and the very fabric of the skies.Its body coiled endlessly, scales shimmering with a deep, radiant green that pulsed with life.The other… was a blazing azure silhouette of a Phoenix.Its wings stretched wide, spanning impossibly across the inner world of Oasis’s being.Flames danced ac