The members of the Sanatan Flame Sect stood gathered upon the training ground, their faces pale and eyes wide with shock. Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, as if the aftershocks of the overwhelming power they had just witnessed still lingered in their bones. Every gaze was locked upon a single figure—Shaurya—floating calmly in the sky above them.
Suspended in midair, he held in his right hand a small golden orb of compressed energy, radiating dazzling brilliance. That orb, however, was not merely light—it contained the entirety of the catastrophic explosion they had seen moments before. What should have reduced the entire sect grounds to dust and ash was now quietly restrained in the palm of their master.
