Today, Azrail set aside the raging infernos of Omega Asura's Wrath, the devouring shadows of his soul, and the intricate webs of his mental realm. This session was dedicated solely to World Spirit Energy, the serene yet ferocious force that whispered of miracles and storms.
He had delved into its basics before, manifesting simple orbs and distortions, altering stones into fleeting phoenixes through emotional resonance. But combat was different—a symphony of chaos where control meant survival. "All-Seer, initiate World Spirit Combat Protocol. Phase One: Elemental Adversaries. Simulate opponents at Heavenly Saint Realm, adaptive to reality manipulation. Environment: Fluid Reality Nexus," Azrail commanded, his voice a calm anchor in the swirling blue.
[Affirmative, Master. Generating simulated entities. World Spirit Energy parameters optimised for isolation. No cross-power integration allowed. Proceed with vigilance,] the All-Seer replied, its tone laced with analytical precision.
