The ocean realm shimmered under twin moons. Makai stood at the edge of the Abyssal Cliff, wind howling, waves crashing, and his mentor's voice echoing in the distance.
"You've mastered the flow... but now, you must tame the storm within."
His transparent beast form—half-summoned—snarled beside him, unstable, dangerous. Makai clenched his fists. The final test wasn't about power. It was about control.
Hours passed. Pain. Doubt. Rage. Acceptance.
At the edge of collapse, he closed his eyes and whispered, "Kaion."
A surge of energy exploded. The beast no longer roared—it stood silently, united with him.
He had become one with the spirit of the storm.
The old man smiled from afar.
"The Kaion... is born."