The Realm Scrapper's training chamber pulsed with vitality, its walls alive with the hum of simulated realities. Azrail stood at the centre, his 11-year-old frame belying the ancient fury life this place once held.
Today, his focus was razor-sharp: honing his combat style through the raw, unadulterated power of his cultivation technique, Omega Asura's Wrath. No soul energy, no mental manipulations, no World Spirit distortions—just the primal might of fire, channelled through his body and will.
He had already refined his individual flames and their harmonies in previous sessions, but true mastery came from application in the crucible of battle. "All-Seer, initiate Combat Simulation Protocol. Phase One: Basic Flame Assault. Opponent level: Heavenly Saint Realm equivalent, adaptive," Azrail commanded, his voice steady and commanding.
