Max's heart thudded in his chest as he took it all in.
"This altar… it's exactly like the one in the Dinsion of Flas."
His gaze lingered on the glowing platform before him, mories stirring from deep within. He rembered standing before a similar altar, one wreathed in dancing fire. Back then, each Source Fla that burned upon it had granted him a unique ability — gifts born of flas itself.
Yet Max knew — perhaps better than anyone — that this wasn't the sa. These weren't just flas.
These were the Seven-Colored Lightnings. Seven Lightnings of Judgnt.
And they weren't known for granting powers. They were punishnts. Divine retribution. The kind of judgnt the world itself would unleash when soone dared to provoke its wrath — the Wraith of the World.
And now... they were inside his body in their most terrifying form—Seven Colored Lightning Dragons. Each coiled and crackling with unimaginable power, circling the altar in his Dinsion of Lightning.
Seeing them, Max wasn't surprised. Not really.
He had suspected this the mont he saw that strange notification — the one that ntioned abundant lightning energy within his body. It was right after his manifestation devoured the Seven-Colored Lightning Dragon and absorbed it entirely.
Then ca the awakening of Dinsion of Lightning.
And now, the truth stood before him — raw, crackling, and impossible to ignore.
The Seven-Colored Lightning Dragons had beca a part of the Dinsion of Lightning.
Max stared at the seven-colored lightnings floating above the altar, his mind spinning with questions and possibilities.
'They're inside my Dinsion of Lightning… so doesn't that an they're mine to command?' he thought, eyes narrowing. 'If they're part of this space, then they should be at my disposal, right?'
His gaze dropped to the altar, the sa mysterious platform that now radiated arcs of crackling electricity. Can I control them? The thought echoed louder this ti.
He couldn't forget what happened in the Dinsion of Flas. The altar there had responded to the Source Flas, granting him new abilities—powers tied to the essence of each fla. It stood to reason that the altar here, nestled deep within the Dinsion of Lightning, must serve a similar purpose.
That was when it happened.
A sudden spark flared across the altar—just a flicker at first, but then it surged with intensity, letting out a low hum of power.
And then, without warning, one of the seven lightning dragons moved.
The violet one.
Its path shifted subtly at first… then deliberately, as it turned and glided toward the altar.
Whoosh!
The sound was sharp and sudden, like a whip of air splitting through space.
The violet lightning dragon passed straight through the altar, as if the structure were made of mist. There was no resistance, no clash — just seamless, effortless entry.
Then… it turned toward Max.
He stood frozen, breath caught in his throat. His instincts scread at him to move, to brace, to react — but he didn't.
Sothing told him not to.
He stayed still, eyes locked on the coiling dragon as it approached.
And then… it reached him.
The violet lightning dragon didn't strike or roar. It simply wrapped itself around his body, its form pulsing with power.
And then—
It vanished.
Right into him.
Gone in a blink, like it had never existed in the first place.
For a mont, there was silence.
And then—
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[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for obtaining Violet Lightning.]
[Violet Lightning]
– Compatibility : [10%]
– Ability: [Soulpierce Ascension]
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Max's eyes scanned the notifications flashing in front of him. One after another, lines of glowing text filled his vision. He read them carefully, his expression growing more focused with each word.
His eyes narrowed.
'So… my body is only 10% compatible with the Violet Lightning,' he thought, a hint of disappointnt flickering in his mind. 'Is it because my strength is still too low? Or maybe... it's my elental affinity. Maybe I'm just not naturally suited for this kind of lightning.'
He clenched his fists, frustrated but not surprised. Power like that was never easy to handle especially when it ca from the Wraith of the World.
But then, sothing else caught his eye.
His attention snapped to the last part of the notification — the ability granted by the Violet Lightning.
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[Soulpierce Ascension]
– Description: This lightning awakens the soul, tearing through spiritual barriers. It grants the ability to strike the soul directly, bypassing physical defenses and corrupting spiritual energy. It also enhances spiritual awareness, allowing one to sense hidden entities, read intent, or glimpse the flow of fate.
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"Oh… a soul ability."
Max's eyes lit up as he read the words. A spark of excitent flashed across his face.
He hadn't expected this.
Most people dread of getting lightning-based attacks or movent skills when dealing with lightning powers — sothing flashy, sothing destructive. But this... this was different.
This was a soul ability.
And not just any soul ability — it was called Soulpierce Ascension.
Max's mind raced.
His soul was at the Yellow Soul stage, probably the highest stage in the Lower Domain.
And now, with this new ability…
A grin tugged at the corner of his lips.
He could do more than just sense things or defend his mind.
With Soulpierce Ascension, he could use his soul as a weapon. A real weapon.
More dangerous. More refined. More terrifying.
This was beyond what he had imagined.
He hadn't just gained a new skill—he had taken a step deeper into a part of himself he hadn't fully explored.
Still, all of this stirred a whirlwind of curiosity in Max's mind. He couldn't help but wonder — how exactly could he increase his compatibility with the Violet Lightning? Was it sothing that would grow with ti and experience, or would he have to go through so kind of trial or training to force his body to adapt?
And what about the other six lightning dragons? How would he unlock them? Were they tied to this altar too, waiting for him to et certain conditions before they acknowledged him? These questions spun endlessly in his thoughts.
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