Ekatarina and Vareth moved back instinctively, still observing him with the fascination of scholars witnessing a phenonon that rewrote the laws of chaos itself. They maintained their distance not from fear but from respect—this was Jolthar’s mont of transformation, and interfering could prove catastrophic for all involved.
Ekatarina had grown to like the boy who had given her lots of surprises in the past few weeks; he had mastered the chaos, and now he was using that very chaos to advance his tier.
What an amusing boy.
But her expressions changed instantly as she noticed the sphere making a crater, and lightning grew violent and thundering noise increased, so did the pressure around him.
Soon, the energies reached a crescendo that defied description.
A purple pillar erupted into the sky from the sphere, its light so intense it seed to burn holes in the very air.
Wrapped around it, a silver pillar crackled with lightning that reached toward the heavens like the fingers of an angry god.
Then followed the blue arcs that ford their own pillar, their intricate patterns creating a helix of pure energy that spiralled upward with mathematical precision.
Finally, a green wavy pillar undulated with organic life, its surface rippling like water yet solid as stone.
The four pillars of power pierced the sky, their combined radiance visible for miles in every direction.
The elves in the nearby village stopped their daily activities to stare in bewildernt at the spectacle unfolding in the forest. Children pointed with wide eyes while their elders whispered prayers to ancient gods, recognizing that they were witnessing sothing that might destroy them.
The wind around Jolthar had beco heavy, thick with power that made breathing difficult for anyone who drew too close. The very atmosphere seed to groan under the strain of containing such raw energy, and reality itself appeared to flicker at the edges, as if the world were having difficulty maintaining its coherence in the face of such transcendent power.
The display lasted for what seed like an eternity but was probably only a couple of minutes in mortal ti.
Then, as suddenly as it had begun, everything stopped.
The pillars of energy dissipated like morning mist, the crackling sphere contracted and vanished, and the oppressive weight of power lifted from the air.
Jolthar remained floating in the air for a mont longer, suspended between ground and sky like a figure from myth made manifest.
Then, with deliberate control that spoke to his mastery over the forces he had just unleashed, he allowed himself to descend slowly to the ground.
His eyes opened gradually, revealing irises filled with purple light that seed to contain entire galaxies within their depths. Fla-like energy still danced around his form, though muted now compared to the spectacular display that had just concluded.
He breathed out, a fog of steam escaping his lips as he exhaled, the residual power dissipating into the air around him.
He put his legs down and slowly put his foot on the ground, feeling the hot and yet cold ground.
The violent energies from before were all gone, and now he looked like any other human boy.
He stood in the centre of what had once been a mountain peak but was now a perfect circle of crystallized dirt, the very ground transford by the energies that had erupted from his being.
Jolthar took the chaos sword in hand and flicked it.
He felt different; unlike before, he didn’t feel the strain of the sword. He now had complete control over the chaos. He could tell. He closed his eyes for a second before turning towards Ekatarina and Vareth.
He smiled at them, which made Vareth twitch. He was angry; no, his feelings were mixed. He couldn’t tell what he was feeling. To see a human – no less a young boy – master chaos in just six full moons, it was unprecedented even in their race.
Jolthar’s face showed no surprise at finding the two elves observing him.
When Jolthar finally spoke, his voice carried harmonics that resonated in frequencies beyond normal hearing, as if multiple aspects of his power were speaking in unison through his mortal throat.
"Thank you, Ekatarina, Vareth. I was able to progress with your help."
She moved towards him; so did Vareth, though reluctantly.
Ekatarina stepped closer, her eyes glinting with ancient pride.
"Young one... you held many stars beneath your skin. I did not see them before. But now... you shine."
Vareth tilted his head, voice smooth as flowing water.
"What was that, human boy? What fla danced around you? What power moved through your limbs?"
Jolthar shrugged modestly, still catching his breath.
"I just... felt like I could push forward. There was a mont. I took it."
Ekatarina laid her hand on his shoulder, her voice warm like a sumr breeze.
"You are a wonder, Jolthar. A student who walked through chaos and did not fall. You did not ta it—you made it part of your blood. You are not unlike us now."
Jolthar gave a quiet smile.
She turned, eyes glowing with serious purpose.
"Your path is nearly walked, but one step remains."
Jolthar blinked.
"What step?"
She gestured softly toward Vareth, whose eyes glead.
"You must face him. One final trial."
Jolthar glanced at Vareth, nodding with a small grin.
"I was waiting for soone to say that."
Vareth’s lips curled into a slow smile, his voice carrying an almost musical taunt.
"Ah, boy... I will break you like wind breaks the trees in a storm."
Jolthar spun the chaos sword once more, purple flas leaping hungrily along its edge.
"You can try."
Ekatarina and Vareth exchanged glances that spoke volus.
They couldn’t tell if he was really tier 9 or 10. They could sense the imnse aura of him but couldn’t exactly tell what his level was.
One thing was certain: he had broken the chains of mortal existence, and it was only a matter of ti before he ascended into transcendence.
The age of legends had not ended—it had simply found a new champion to carry its torch into an uncertain future.
The patched beard and longer hair gave him an air of weathered wisdom that sat strangely on features still marked by youth, as if the months of communion with chaotic forces had aged him in ways that transcended re physical ti.
The mountain wind picked up, scattering loose stones and debris in patterns that seed almost deliberately arranged. Around them, the remnants of the once-impenetrable peak bore silent testimony to power unleashed.
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