The wind whipped Sunny’s hair as he and Ash stopped at the precipice of the ocean. Before them, a sea of blinding blue clarity, stretched to et the horizon. At its heart, a lone, erald-green island, no bigger than a jewel, sat upon the waves.
"That island," Ash said, her voice taut, pointing a steady finger, "is Elental Prism’s territory. Tread lightly, Sunny."
Sunny stared at the distant landmass, a cold certainty settling in his chest. "Thank you, Ash. You’ve done enough. You can wait for here."
He pushed off the ground, ascending.
"Wait! I promised to help—"
"No." His voice, though calm, was a razor’s edge. "If you want to stay alive, you must stay here. This isn’t a fight you can join." He leveled out above the sea.
"Then how am I supposed to use the teleportation circle?!" she yelled, her frustration echoing across the water.
"I will bring you back to the circle when everything is settled." Sunny didn’t look back. With a surge of intent, he accelerated, becoming a blur over the water, leaving her stranded on the shore.
"Ah! You stubborn idiot!" Ash grumbled, her hands clenching at her sides. She watched his receding silhouette until it was a re speck, then exhaled, the sound heavy with anxiety. She sank onto the sand, pulling her knees to her chest.
"You better survive," she muttered, a low plea swallowed by the sound of the waves.
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On the isolated shore of the island, a little girl, no older than ten, sat on the pristine sand. Her movents were fluid, srizing. With every subtle shift of her small hands, the vast, clear waters of the sea seed to respond, rising and falling in an impossible, silent dance.
She moved her wrist with the delicacy of a conductor, and the water before her solidified, morphing into a majestic sea-horse. It whinnied, a strange, audible sound, before galloping along the wet sand.
Then, her palm opened, drawing heat from the very air. A compact fireball coalesced, then expanded, shaping itself into a magnificent, crimson flaming dragon. It roared silently and dove at the water-horse, instantly vaporizing the construct in a sudden burst of steam.
"The weak always end up devoured," she murmured, her voice a soft, smooth chi that belied the harshness of the words.
She pointed a finger at the rising steam. It recoiled, reforming instantly into a water dragon, its scales shimring. It stood its ground, confronting the still-hovering beast of fire.
"But a strong soul will fight to the very end..."
With a languid wave of her hand, a sudden, powerful gust of wind, sharp as shattered glass, tore through the space, dissolving both elental beasts back into their base forms.
"But against the ultimate strength... everything is useless." She rose slowly. As she stood, the fine white sand clinging to her simple white dress seed to reject her presence, instantly falling away, leaving her impeccably clean.
"Am I wrong, Sunny? Or should I call you... God Wolf?" She asked, turning her head slightly, her large, unsettlingly eyes fixed on a point in the air behind her.
The air shimred, the illusion of emptiness tearing away, and Sunny walked out, his expression a mask of profound disbelief.
"You?" He gazed at the child, speechless, not by her size, but by the cold, overwhelming data presented to him:
{Na: Elental Prism.}
{Bloodline: Elental God - God Rank.}
{Rank: First Order.}.
{Strength: 10,000,000.}
{Agility: 10,000,000.}
{Stamina: 10,000,000.}
{Defense: 10,000,000.}
{Attack: 5,000,000.}
{Spirit Energy: 50,000,000.}
{Note: Target cannot put on any armor.}
{Note: More information will be revealed after the system upgraded.}
{Note: Can’t get description on Target’s bloodline.}
’A God Rank bloodline.’ Sunny’s mind scread at him. ’Like Ellen and Jinx. I must be careful. I know nothing of such Bloodlines, but what I just witnessed... she can manifest the elents into living constructs, each potentially possessing the strength of a peak God Rank entity. She’s cute and also a monster.’
"A Monster? Isn’t that too harsh?" Elental Prism asked, her small smile widening innocently.
Sunny froze, the blood draining from his face. "Did you just hear my thoughts?" he asked, the shock vibrating in his voice.
"I can not only hear your thoughts," she replied, her voice maintaining its unsettling calm:
"I can see everything about you. Sunny Calvin, born on a planet called Earth... a completely useless man."
Sunny’s jaw clenched at the casual cruelty of her words. She continued, observing his reaction with detached curiosity.
"Then, by chance, you were picked by the System and thrust into this world, occupying the body of your nasake, Sunny Draco... I know everything about you, Sunny." She began walking toward the island’s single, ancient-looking tree. With each deliberate step, the ground beneath her seed to submit, the sand shifting and compacting to form a natural, winding stairway.
Sunny watched, his focus razor sharp, as she effortlessly settled herself on a sturdy branch, like a little queen on a natural throne.
"Though I know everything, I want to hear it from you." She tilted her head, the movent unnervingly precise.
"Why are you here, Sunny?"
He took a deep breath, pushing past the shock and the fear. "I ca here for your powers. My world is under attack, and I need you! I cannot lose my family!" The desperation was raw, unmasked.
"Your family?" Elental Prism’s eyes narrowed slightly, a spark of genuine interest flickering within them.
"Who’s your family, Sunny?" she asked, her voice quiet, almost demanding an intimate answer.
"My family is Eldoria!" Sunny roared.
"Eldoria... A wonderful na." She nodded slowly, considering the weight of his declaration.
"Sunny Draco. I have a motto, which is; Only the strong survives." Her serious expression returned, the childish facade dropping completely.
"I will never follow soone who is weaker than ... Prove yourself, and I might listen to you."
She slowly raised one small finger, pointing it directly at Sunny’s chest.
"You want to keep your family safe? Show to what extent you are ready to travel, just to achieve this."
A silent, massive force instantly materialized from the air, a shockwave of kinetic energy tearing through the space.
BOOOOM!
The devastating impact smashed into Sunny’s chest. All the air was driven from his lungs, and he was thrown backward like a stone shot from a cannon, plunging deep into the unforgiving depths of the sea.
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