He walked to the technique wall. Thousands of glowing scrolls floated before him. Movement, defensive, blade, soul — all labeled and ranked.
But one scroll called to him.
Divine Void Step.
Crafted for one with the void affinity and dragon soul, this movement technique blurred the line between space and time.
Seven levels. First level grants speed beyond the eye. The second? Rank 4 required.
He trained it.
One hour later, his form shimmered and blurred.
He vanished.
Divine Void Step — Level 1 achieved.
Even Peak Rank 4s would struggle to follow.
Next—
Dragon Scale.
A defensive art built for a physique like his.
Training it brought a dull pain as violet scales, deep as night and sharp as obsidian, formed across his chest and arms.
Level 1.
Then—
Level 2.
Vital areas now shielded. Even Rank 5 strikes would break before they pierced him.
Then came the blade.
He walked to the center of the dimension. It lay on a stone altar — black hilt, silver edge, crimson runes.
He gripped it.
And the world froze.
"This…"
His heartbeat roared. Power pulsed through him. His bloodline, physique, and soul howled.
The void itself whispered.
He swung once — and space trembled.
"This is where it begins."