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The mountain wind was sharp and fresh, sweeping through the jagged cliffs and echoing across the divine realm's highlands. Far above the others, nestled in a sacred peak laced with ancient energy, Rias stood alone—her crimson hair flowing with the breeze like a banner of war and pride.
Kaelthar's clone stood with his back to her, arms crossed as he gazed over the horizon where the clouds floated beneath them.
Rias approached, her steps silent but purposeful.
"This is where you'll train?" she asked, looking around.
"This place resists all magic and bends only to those with true intent," Kaelthar replied. "It's the perfect forge for your power."
Rias's eyes narrowed, her fists clenching. "Last time you helped me refine my control. But I want more. I need more."
Kaelthar turned to her, his golden eyes glowing faintly. "That's why you're here."
He gestured toward the sky. "Your power—Destruction—carries more than just annihilation. It's a fundamental force. One that, in its purest form, erases not just matter… but time, space, even realities."
Rias's breath hitched. "That's… even possible?"
"Watch."
Kaelthar raised a single hand. A small orb of deep black and red formed in his palm, pulsing ominously. Then—he snapped his fingers.
A rupture tore through the air in front of them.
The very sky was shredded, exposing a terrifying void beyond reality. Time slowed. Space twisted. Stars in the distance blinked out. Even sound seemed to fade, consumed by the raw concept of destruction.
Rias stared, wide-eyed, frozen.
"This…" she whispered. "This isn't just power. This is… cosmic erasure."
Kaelthar closed his palm, and the tear sealed itself as if it never existed.
"This is the potential of your power," he said. "But it's not yours yet."
Her eyes turned toward him, burning with ambition. "Can I… reach that level?"
"Maybe," he said honestly. "But there are gods—older than you can imagine—who embody this principle. Their understanding is beyond comprehension. You're still new to the path. Your instincts are good. But instinct alone isn't enough."
"…Then teach me," she said without hesitation. "I'll catch up. No matter how long it takes."
Kaelthar paused, then smiled faintly. "You've always been stubborn."
"And you like that about me," she said with a wink.
Kaelthar turned fully toward her. "Let's begin."
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Their training began at once.
Kaelthar constructed floating spheres of reinforced divine crystal—each capable of withstanding enormous magical force. "Destroy them," he said simply.
Rias raised her hand, a crimson sphere blooming in her palm. She hurled it forward—it exploded one of the orbs instantly, but not cleanly. Cracks extended to the surrounding area, unstable and inefficient.
"Too much emotion," Kaelthar said. "Destruction isn't rage. It's precision. Focus. Absolute."
Again.
And again.
For hours, Rias hurled controlled waves of destruction. Kaelthar corrected her stance, her focus, her aura flow. He pushed her to refine, compress, and aim the purest essence of her ability.
When her energy spiked dangerously, he stabilized her. When she grew tired, he told her to keep going.
Slowly but surely, her control improved.
At one point, she formed a crimson lance of pure destruction that pierced through three of the spheres cleanly—leaving no ripple of energy behind. Just gone.
She smiled, panting. "I'm getting better."
Kaelthar nodded. "You are. But there's still a long way to go."
"Then I won't stop."
The sun began to lower in the divine sky, bathing the mountaintop in a warm golden hue.
Kaelthar took a seat on a smooth rock, crossing his legs and entering a meditative posture. The wind swirled gently around him.
Rias watched him for a moment, then approached silently.
Before he could speak, she slid behind him—wrapping her arms around his chest. Her large, soft breasts pressed into his back, her chin resting gently on his shoulder.
Kaelthar opened one eye. "Rias…"
She smiled mischievously. "Do you like it?"
"…Yeah," he admitted, a smirk forming on his lips.
Rias turned his face slightly toward hers and kissed him. Their lips met—soft and slow at first, then deeper, more passionate. Her hands tightened around his chest, and he turned to face her more fully.
Their kiss lingered, tongues gently entangling. When they parted, a thin string of saliva connected them. Rias's cheeks were flushed, her eyes smoldering.
"You should focus on training first," Kaelthar said, brushing a strand of her hair aside.
She pouted adorably. "Always so serious…"
He flicked her forehead. "Because this path is serious."
Rias sighed and stood, stretching dramatically—arching her back just enough to show off her curves. She caught Kaelthar sneaking a glance and grinned.
"Then I'll give you something worth focusing on."
She began practicing again—this time combining movement and destruction flow, her hair flowing behind her like a crimson river, her hips swaying just a little more exaggerated than necessary.
Kaelthar simply smiled, watching her antics with calm amusement.
Despite the teasing, her progress was real.
Every flick of her wrist carried more precision. Every crimson bolt honed closer to the concept of pure, refined annihilation.
She still had a long way to go.
But Kaelthar had no doubt.
Rias Gremory's path to divinity was not through light or peace—but through controlled chaos, graceful erasure, and unstoppable resolve.
And she had only just begun to scratch the surface.
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