After the crushing defeat of Crimson Fang, Bolt Ashborn finally allows himself to rest. The battle had drained him, both physically and mentally, but victory was his. Exhausted, he collapses onto his bed, barely noticing the cool night breeze drifting through his window.
As sleep takes hold, the world around him fades—only to be replaced by something far more terrifying.
A new realm emerges.
Bolt finds himself standing on an endless battlefield, shrouded in mist and the scent of blood. Towering statues of forgotten warriors loom over the land, weapons embedded in the cracked ground like grave markers. The sky above is a swirling vortex of fire and shadows, crackling with divine energy.
Then, he appears.
A colossal figure steps forward, his presence warping reality itself. Cloaked in flickering embers and clad in ancient armor, the God of War stares down at Bolt with glowing, molten eyes. His voice rumbles through the void, each word carrying the weight of countless battles.
> "I have aided you three times. Seven remain."
Bolt clenches his fists, confusion and unease creeping over him. He had never asked for help, yet this being had intervened in his most desperate moments. Why? And what did he mean by seven remain?
> "Every time I intervene, I weaken the balance of fate," the War God continues. "You are marked, Bolt Ashborn. A vessel of power, but power alone will not be enough."
The sky above shifts, revealing visions of destruction—entire cities crumbling, monstrous beings born from chaos tearing through the world, and warriors falling in battle. A suffocating sense of inevitability crashes down on Bolt as the War God speaks once more:
> "The Surge was only the beginning. The real war has yet to come."
The divine realm trembles. The War God's presence begins to fade, yet his final words echo in Bolt's mind:
> "Train. Grow. Master what has been given to you. When the time comes, you will either rise… or be consumed."
With a sudden jolt, Bolt snaps awake, drenched in sweat. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to process what just happened. It wasn't a dream—it was a warning.
He has only seven more divine interventions before he's truly on his own. And if what he saw was the future… then his battles so far have been nothing compared to what's coming.
Determined, Bolt clenches his fists. He can't afford to be weak anymore.
It's time to push his limits.
It's time to become unstoppable.