Chapter 45:
The Heaven's Response.
The Heavens Responded in kind,
Errin stood at the center of an unfolding storm, his body trembling with newfound power, his soul alight with the weight of his awakening. The sky above twisted and churned, shifting from a serene blue to an abyss of swirling darkness. A deep, unnatural silence fell over the land, broken only by the low, rumbling growl of something vast stirring beyond the mortal plane.
Then—lightning.
It wasn't the kind of lightning found in nature, bound by clouds and rain. This was something ancient, something sentient. The first bolt tore across the heavens like the crack of a divine whip, splitting the sky in two. The air smelled of burning ozone, and the very space around Errin seemed to tremble, as if reality itself recognized the significance of what was happening.Like a spear aiming for the kill if it found its mark,The dragon came down for the kill....
The storm of dark ominous dragons made of seventh heaven clouds was no mere spectacle. It was a declaration.A statement.
The heavens had taken notice.
Errin clenched his fists, his body coursing with untamed energy. His blood burned, pulsing with a heat that was both unbearable and exhilarating. His very being was undergoing a transformation beyond his comprehension. He could feel something unlocking, expanding inside him—power that had lain dormant for generations now surging forward like a river breaking free from an ancient dam.
His vision blurred for a moment, and then—he saw.
Images flooded his mind, memories that were not his own. A man standing atop a mountain, surrounded by storms, laughing in defiance as lightning struck his outstretched hands. A woman wreathed in golden fire, walking through a battlefield untouched, as entire armies crumbled before her mere presence. A child with eyes like molten gold, shaping the very elements with a flick of his fingers.
His Ancestors....Those who had devied logic,stood against the norm....
This was his inheritance. This power, this undeniable connection to something greater than himself—it had always been within him, hidden beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment.
And the heavens had come to test him.
BOOM!
A blinding bolt of lightning struck the ground just meters away, shattering the earth into molten fragments. The force of it sent shockwaves rippling through the air, flattening trees, sending animals fleeing in terror. The world itself seemed to recoil.Darkness came earlier this day,the valley was bathed in red hot darkness... Only to be lit white light the next...Nothing could've prepared him for that which was happening...
Errin did not fringe as if out of instinct..Long borne instinctual reaction took over where normal rection could be terror...This confidence developed by many ageneration before him reared its strength...The divine ancient clan of the seventh sacred heavens wasn't for not.
The next bolt came straight for him.
Instinct took over. His body moved before thought, guided by something deeper than logic, something woven into the very fabric of his blood. He raised his arm, not to block, but to accept.
The moment the lightning made contact, an explosion of golden light erupted from his skin.
Pain lanced through him, but it was a pain unlike any he had known. It was not destruction—it was refinement. His muscles burned, his bones vibrated with raw energy, his very soul felt as if it were being reforged in the divine forge of the cosmos.
He did not scream.
He embraced it.
The lightning did not consume him. It became part of him.
Another bolt struck. Then another. And another. Each one carried a force meant to obliterate, but instead, they were absorbed, devoured by the ever-growing storm that raged within his own being.
The sky was no longer an enemy.
It was a mirror.
The heavens did not send their wrath to destroy him. They had come to acknowledge him. To temper him. To forge him into something more than a mere man.
As the final bolt struck, Errin stood tall. His breath was heavy, his skin still tingling with the remnants of celestial fire, but he remained unbroken.
His bloodline had awakened.
And the heavens had recognized him.
The blood flowing in his veins turned crimson golden hue of blue.The area around his body was vibrating bending backwards un evenly with the atmosphere forming waves.
In some millions and millions of light years away from the valley, the cultivating ancestor in his cave abode who opened his eyes and puked blood....losing Longevity essence his body depleting first was going into severe remission ...The foreign blood in his body was being rebelled, but better still his blood was being consumed by the refined awakened bloodline in the his world..He now knew an inheritor had been found and the ancient taboo bloodline awakened was leaving his body as if disdaining his own blood.He had taken millions of years trying to refine it into his body and now when he was in the verge of succeeding this happened..
With decissiveness only known by ancestors he forced all the remaining pints of blood essences out of his body...The released blood reacted as if with alife of their own hissed and released flowing river sounds...
You wait our day is coming.