From Shadows to Stars

w how thick

ice, a boy barely at the fifth realm. Meanwhile, Vincent had reached the eighth realm long ago and had stood firm at that level for y

hrough the air like heatwaves on a summer day. A violent glint sparked in his eyes. He pulled his arm back and thr

parts of his body, drastically improving his strength and defense. A strong gust followed the punch, accompanied by a deep

idn't r

in swift, strange gestures. His fingers twisted

gon Seal," h

self was responding to his call. Silas's Life Force exploded from within, ro

m-an enormous dragon, blue-green in color, coiled and ghostly, several meters long. Its eyes glowed with a fierce li

one of the most powerful martial skills he'd learned. Martial arts, unlike magical techniques or spells, were only effective while in the Martial Realm.

were all given one common technique: the Iron Spirit Technique. Only a few,

lm?!" Vinc

had reached the fifth realm-and quickly at that. Jealousy flared in Vincent's heart. He was sure

n Silas's chest sh

feel everything locking into place

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harged ahead, trailing gusts of wind and force. Vi

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the grass and sending rocks into the air. A few boulders were launche

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air. Silas hit the ground hard, rolling across the dirt before strugglin

ruised fist. Even though he had already taken Silas seriously, this outcome still

" Vincent thought. "If he's this st

his arm trembled. Blood seeped f

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expected, fighting someone three levels higher was a major strain-even with a powerful

nt. That devouring power gave the dragon its bite. It could sap energy from its target and strengthen itself. When Silas's drag

vantage had tu

t snarled. "But if that's all you'

med his rising blood. He met Vin

id, voice low but steady, "you'

expressi

re the only one with s

oke, twisting into cruel, ugly faces. The air turned cold. The grimaces shrieked softly, each

purple ancient sword. The blade trembled for a heartbeat-as if reacting to the b

oke. Only a dark silhouette remained

ightmare Reaping. You should feel honored. I'll

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ds were forbidden. Practicing one meant exile-or worse. Clearly, Vincent had hid

"He would've rather hidden this than b

igure raise

much," his voice growled, thick with hat

spat a mouthful of blood i

moke, the twisted faces screamed l