Once it was decided that it was a good opportunity to train, Andrew said goodbye to his wives, concubines, and apostles, as he would not see them for a few days. Biacko, for his part, informed Zaros, Lugia, and the other demigods of his plans.
Zaros was informed, that this is his territory and although Biacko surpasses him in strength, it is not appropriate to disrespect him, so he informed him that they would cause some havoc a little far from the city.
For their part, Lugia and the other dragons had to follow Biacko and Andrew. They were Andrew’s current protectors, so regardless of whether Biacko accompanied Andrew, they had to follow him.
With everything agreed, Andrew, Biacko, Lugia, and the other dragons prepared to leave. Biacko already knew a suitable place for Andrew’s training, so they would not have to wander around many places.
The moon was shining in the sky when Biacko and Andrew left the city of Cannes. The night breeze carried the scent of grass from the meadow, and the distant headlights faded as the group moved forward.
Lugia and the other demigod dragons flew high above, protecting them from a distance without interfering with the purpose of the journey. Biacko, with a robust build and a stern look, walked with a firm step, ensuring that Andrew followed him without hesitation.
The young man had not yet assimilated the magnitude of his strength and marveled at being able to keep up with Biacko. Since he obtained the inheritance as a demigod of water, everything had changed.
His body reacted in inexplicable ways to the presence of the ocean and his mind was filled with questions. Biacko, although not a controller of water, was a demigod of immense power, and therefore his mentor on this new path.
After several hours of walking, they arrived at a valley hidden between mountains, where a crystalline lake reflected the light of the stars. The place exuded an air of mystery and power. Biacko gestured to the shore, "This is where we will train. The water is calling you, Andrew. It’s time to answer it."
Andrew swallowed and nodded. He walked to the edge of the lake and felt a chill as he touched the water with his fingertips. A vibration ran through his body, awakening something dormant within him. Biacko watched with satisfaction.
"You feel it, don’t you?" Biacko asked. Andrew nodded, speechless. It was as if the water knew him as if it recognized him as its owner and ally. "The connection is already there. Now, you must learn to control it," Biacko continued, crossing his arms.
"The power of a demigod is not just brute force, but understanding. Feel the water, and understand its flow. Don’t force it, convince it that you are part of it," he added. Andrew closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He focused on the feel of the moisture in the air, the sound of water hitting rocks, and the echo of his own heartbeat.
He raised a hand and tried to remember what he had felt before. At first, nothing happened. Biacko didn’t intervene; he knew that patience was key in any training. After several minutes, something changed. A small whirlpool formed beneath Andrew’s palm, swirling gently. His eyes opened in surprise, "I did it!" he exclaimed excitedly.
Biacko smiled slightly, but his gaze remained hard. "That’s just the beginning. Now, do it again, but with control." For days, Andrew dedicated himself to training under Biacko’s guidance.
At first, his attempts were clumsy, his movements inexact, but with each mistake, he learned. He discovered that strength was not the only thing important: fluidity, harmony, and patience were just as essential. Impatience only took him away from the control he sought.
As they trained, Lugia and the other dragons stayed nearby, watching for any threats. They knew Andrew’s training was crucial, but their mission was to protect him, to make sure he reached his full potential without outside interference.
Sometimes, Andrew would watch them from a distance, wondering when the day would come when he would have to fight alongside them. Would he be strong enough? Would he be useful or a hindrance? Many unanswered questions formed in his head.
Weeks passed before Biacko decided that Andrew was ready for the next level of training. That night, under a starry sky, Biacko led the young man to the deepest part of the lake. "Today you will face your greatest challenge yet," Biacko said in a solemn voice, adding, "Controlling calm water is one thing, but controlling water in chaos is another entirely."
Without warning, the demigod raised a hand and the lake began to churn violently. The waves grew, the current grew fierce, and Andrew felt the very ground shake beneath his feet. "Biacko!" Andrew shouted, struggling to keep his balance.
"Control the water, Andrew! Don’t let it control you!" his mentor roared, trying to inspire him, but it was of little use. Panic tried to take hold of Andrew, but he remembered Biacko’s lessons. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and felt the water around him.
He stopped fighting it and instead immersed himself in its essence. Slowly, he raised his hands and let his energy flow, and then the water responded. The waves began to subside, the current eased, and slowly, the lake became calm again.
Andrew opened his eyes and saw what he had accomplished. The water was no longer his enemy, but his ally. Biacko nodded in approval and said, "Now it is, boy. You are now a true demigod of water."
Andrew smiled. He knew the road was still long, but for the first time, he felt that he was ready to face it. However, his joy was dashed in the next second as Biacko attacked him ferociously.
Biacko’s punch was fast and powerful. Andrew was almost unable to dodge it, but the attack was not over. Biacko lashed out at Andrew with fierce punches and kicks, causing Andrew to retreat each time.
Andrew was dodging, but it was obvious that he was panicking. It was only by instinct that he managed to dodge, not because he was in control of his body, but because Biacko did not stop and continued to press on.
It was obvious that Biacko was not trying hard, instead, he was training him, as there was no way Andrew could dodge Biacko’s attacks if he was really trying to hurt him. Andrew could understand that, but still, he could not help but panic.
This was not only due to his inexperience as a fighter, but because Biacko was playing subtle tricks to make him emotionally unstable. Seeing that Andrew didn’t seem to be able to recover, Biacko instead of stopping, attacked with greater force.
Previously, he attacked without intending to hit Andrew, which was why Andrew could dodge it. However, at this moment it was different. Biacko moved at high speed, much faster than before, and gave a powerful kick to Andrew’s side, making him fly meters and get trapped against the wall.
Despite the pain he felt, Andrew had to get up quickly, because Biacko wouldn’t let him recover and a second attack landed right where Andrew was a few seconds ago.
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Biacko didn’t stop and every second that passed he accelerated his movements putting Andrew in a tight spot. Andrew couldn’t even speak, because Biacko was too fierce and Andrew flew like a rag doll hit from all sides.
Bruises began to appear on Andrew’s body, but he didn’t complain about it. Little by little he was getting used to Biacko’s speed, but he still ended up getting hit.
Andrew had understood the dynamics of training. The first phase was controlling water, which is the new divinity he had obtained. The second part is mastering water in chaotic situations.
But this third phase was the most important. It can be said that the previous two phases were to lay the foundations to apply them in this third phase, which is to make effective use of his divinity in stressful or combat situations.
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At first, Andrew was seized with panic and that’s why he limited himself to dodging by instinct, but now that he had calmed down, he began to channel his divinity to control water and counter Biacko.
Obviously, his attempts were useless, since Biacko was only lowering himself to his level, in order to train him. He could dodge easily and attack just as easily, but he didn’t. There was no point in using all his strength.
What Biacko wanted to teach Andrew was to bring out his maximum battle potential and at the same time give him experience. Andrew may be powerful now, but he is a rookie in combat.
That’s why Biacko lowered himself to a level of strength similar to Andrew’s and trained with him as an equal. Andrew was grateful for this, as he knew his limitations better than anyone else, so he appreciated the experience.
What they didn’t know was that while they were training and Andrew was getting stronger, in a distant and uninhabited place, the creature born from the fusion of the two leaders of Purgatory, thanks to the fragments of the fallen god, also increased its strength.
Currently, it was in what looked like a cocoon that some insects usually make to transform into butterflies. The difference is that, instead of thread, it seemed to be made of tentacles.
The tentacles were thin, but they twisted with vivacity and were resistant as steel. The cocoon was several meters high and wide, but it was the blood-red light that pulsed inside it that caused the most horror.
You couldn’t see what was happening, but if someone were present, they could feel the feeling of disgust that this creature generates. It’s like the world naturally rejects her and that alone is terrifying.