Klaus had spent his entire existence as a puppet, bound by the strings of fate. However, a miraculous turn of events granted him a fresh start. The remnants of his former constraints smoldered in the ashes of his past. Now, unshackled and determined, he resolved to forge his destiny according to his own desires. No one, not even a deity, would be spared if they dared obstruct his path. Klaus was ready to wield the sword of vengeance and carve his own fate in the annals of history.

Three more days passed in the Eastern Tower's courtyard like pages turning in some cosmic manuscript, each dawn finding Klaus in the same lotus position beneath stars that yielded to sunlight with mechanical precision. The rhythm of his meditation had become as constant as Dudu's breathing, the ancient syllables of the Ten Eyes Mantra flowing from his lips with harmonics that seemed to resonate with fundamental frequencies of reality itself.


Chapter 293 - The Sixth Barrier