There were no more lessons. No more words.
The ocean realm had turned on him. Sentient beasts born from the ocean's deepest rage came one after another—each stronger than the last.
Makai—now Kaion—fought with no rest. Power balls lit the sky. Beams carved through waves. His beast form clashed against sea leviathans, absorbing their pressure, adapting to every rhythm of battle.
One had armor like stone. Another moved faster than lightning. One swallowed him whole—and he exploded out of its chest with a roar of thunder.
He bled. He screamed. He rose again.
He wasn't just training—he was being reforged.
By the end, a silence followed. No more monsters came. Only the sea remained... still.
From behind him, the old man appeared, nodding.
"You're ready. Fiji awaits."