The Realm Scrapper hummed with an otherworldly energy, its intricate mechanisms pulsing like a living organism. Within its hidden chambers, Azrail sat in deep meditation, surrounded by the swirling essence of his awakened flames. The two flames he had already unlocked were but a mere glimpse of the potential that lay dormant within his cultivation path of the Omega Asura's Wrath.
Azrail understood that mastering the Omega Asura's Wrath was no simple task. It demanded more than just raw power - it required a profound connection to the very essence of fire itself. The cultivation technique was a legacy forged in vengeance, an insatiable hunger for power that called for unique sacrifices and insights.
Today, his focus was singular: his flames. Eleven flames resided within his being, destined to be his companions until the end of existence. Two of them, Persefone and Astrid, had already awakened, their presence a constant, vibrant hum within his soulscape.
