The chaos rune, with its unparalleled ability to dismantle and neutralize any kind of power, possessed an additional extraordinary quality – the ability to absorb and assimilate other runes. Once a significant number of various runes were absorbed, the chaos rune would give birth to a new rune, incorporating the qualities and attributes of its predecessors.
In a recent display of its potency, the chaos rune had devoured an astonishing number of weapons, armor, and enhancement runes. This metaphysical feast had led to the manifestation of three distinct runes, each carrying the inherent strength and traits of their respective counterparts. These newly birthed runes emerged from the chaos rune, seemingly merging with it once again, and gradually faded into the intricate markings etched upon Liang’s forehead.
The profound transformation within Liang was not long in revealing itself. His aura, once docile, now surged and soared at an unimaginable speed. In an impressive display of power, he effortlessly transcended the limits of the Rune Channeling Realm, shattering the barriers of the Rune Vaporization Realm. Waves of raw energy radiated from every pore of his being.
Drawing a calming breath, Liang gracefully wove his hands, manipulating a multitude of runes that descended gracefully and settled in carefully chosen locations. They aligned themselves with precision, forming an intricate and harmonious spirit formation. Setting himself comfortably in a cross-legged position, Liang closed his eyes. He knew that his breakthrough was far from over.
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The central region of Nectorani, known by the locals as Coven Land, held a revered and distinguished status among all other regions on the planet. It stood apart not only for its possession of the majestic Enigma Spire but also for being the birthplace and stronghold of numerous influential factions. Unlike other regions where the division between light and dark runic practitioners was prominent, encountering a light runic master and a dark runic practitioner enjoying a harmonious evening of wine and celebration was a common sight here.
Yet, amidst the rich tapestry of factions that called Coven Land home, a single entity, the Eclipse Coven, towered above them all. This ancient and enigmatic organization, steeped in history, was regarded not only as the oldest but also the most formidable faction across the planet. Shadows danced upon its surface, veiling its innermost secrets from even the most inquisitive gaze.
Whispers traveled throughout the land, suggesting that the Eclipse Coven had been founded by an ancient true paragon, a legendary figure of immense strength and wisdom. Another recent rumor revolved around the existence of a Runic Mastery Virtuous within the coven’s ranks. Though skepticism surrounded the validity of this claim, no one had dared to venture forth and ascertain its truth.
That restraint, however, may soon be shattered.
High above the sprawling expanse of Enigma City, the pulsating heart of Coven Land, an electrifying clash of powers was about to unfold.
On one side stood in mid-air a handsome youth, his attire a striking combination of dark and white robes, symbolizing the harmony of light and shadow within him. Around his figure, five radiant runes floated in a mesmerizing display of power. The first was a deep black rune, exuding an air of mystery and darkness. The second, a pure white rune, shimmered with ethereal light. The third, a violet rune, crackled with raw energy. The fourth, a subtle gray rune, seemed to blend seamlessly into the background. And finally, the fifth, a vibrant green rune, pulsed with life and vitality. It was a testament to the youth’s mastery over these diverse runes.
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The aura emanating from the youth was undeniably that of an expert in the Ascended Runic Mastery Realm, exuding an intimidating presence that sent shivers down the spines of onlookers. Each movement he made was filled with a refined grace, his command over his runic powers fluid and precise.
On the other side of the battlefield stood a hooded figure, clad in a dark robe that concealed their features. The aura surrounding this enigmatic figure seemed to mirror that of the youth, indicating a comparable level of power. However, the hooded figure was surrounded not by five, but by six runes, each one a stark black hue.
These runes, emanating a foreboding energy, seemed to possess a sinister quality that set them apart from any other runes witnessed before. Without a doubt, the hooded figure is a Hexagonal Luminary, but unlike the youth, the hooded figure’s cultivation seemed to be at the Runeforged Embodiment Realm.
"To think that while I am in seclusion, a rat would dare to sneak in," the youth in black and white robes spoke with a cold, disdainful tone. His eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and frustration.
The hooded figure remained silent, their hidden eyes narrowing ever so slightly as they maintained a stoic and mysterious presence. It was clear they were prepared for any move the youth might make.
Being met with silence only further fueled the youth’s anger. What stood between him and taking immediate action were the six suspended black runes surrounding the hooded figure. The presence of such powerful runes indicated that the figure likely had a strong background, making this encounter even more frustrating.
The youth’s frustration spilled over, and he couldn’t contain his words any longer. "How about it? Why don’t you reveal your identity, then we can discuss this," he demanded, his voice tinged with both irritation and curiosity.
The hooded figure, however, remained silent, stubbornly refusing to speak or disclose any information. Their silence only served to escalate the youth’s anger, pushing him to the edge. A fleeting thought crossed his mind – perhaps the person before him lacked a powerful backer, which was why they refused to talk.
A smile curled on the youth’s lips, though it held a tinge of mockery. "I tried to give you a way out, but since you prefer the hard way, I wouldn’t mind accompanying you in a few rounds," he declared, his laughter dripping with a mix of amusement and determination.
Though the youth was seventy percent sure that the hooded figure lacked a strong backer, he couldn’t dismiss the possibility completely.
As doubt lingered in the youth’s mind, a surge of determination coursed through his veins, fueling his resolve. With a swift and precise motion, he raised his hands, causing the dormant violet rune on his side to ignite with brilliant luminescence. Its vibrant glow intensified, pulsating with raw energy.
A violet arch of thunder materialized, encircling the youth in a mesmerizing display of power. The crackling energy surged through the air, creating an otherworldly hum that resonated deep within the souls of those present.
With a final wave of his hands, the arch of thunder transformed into a magnificent thunder dragon. Its scale-covered body was adorned with shimmering violet electricity, arcing and dancing along its imposing form. The dragon’s presence was overwhelming, its aura capable of shattering mountains and rending the very fabric of reality.
The tremors of its arrival reverberated through the planet, shaking the ground beneath the people’s feet as though they were a mere leaf caught in a violent gust of wind.
As its luminous eyes locked onto the hooded figure, the dragon let out a thunderous roar that echoed across the land. The sound pierced through the very hearts of the onlookers, freezing them in a mixture of awe and dread. It was a primal call, a declaration of dominance that sent chills down the spines of all who witnessed it.
With a burst of lightning speed, the thunder dragon launched itself towards its target, its massive form soaring through the air with an agility that belied its colossal size. Violet lightning crackled and arced in its wake, painting the sky with streaks of electrifying brilliance.
Its jaws opened wide, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth that shimmered with an ethereal energy. With unyielding fury, the thunder dragon lunged forward, its aim to strike the hooded figure with an awe-inspiring display of destructive power. The sheer force unleashed by its jaws promised to leave devastation in its wake, tearing apart anything unfortunate enough to be caught in its path.
Seeing the imminent threat of the violet dragon, the hooded figure remained remarkably composed. With a voice barely above a whisper, they muttered, "Dusk Whip Rune."
Instantly, one of the black runes transformed into a whip-like form, crackling with an ominous dark energy.
With a flick of the figure’s wrist, The whip moved with incredible speed, its tendrils of black energy cutting through the air like swirling shadows. The crack of the whip echoed through the battlefield, its power intertwining with the electric energy radiating from the dragon’s jaws.
As the whip made contact, a surge of dark energy enveloped the dragon’s neck, causing it to convulse and roar in pain. The electrical currents that once danced along its scales were now disrupted, unable to overcome the strength of the Dusk Whip Rune. The whip constricted tightly, restricting the dragon’s movement and threatening to crush its throat.
Despite the dragon’s immense size and power, it struggled against the relentless grip of the whip. Violet lightning continued to surge and dance along its body, its scales crackling with energy. The clash of powers created a dazzling display of darkness and electricity, illuminating the battlefield with a mix of foreboding shadows and vibrant sparks.
The youth, witnessing the effectiveness of his opponent’s attack, felt a surge of frustration.