The cold wind swept through the city as darkness began to fall. Behind the cracked and moss-covered old buildings, shadows moved swiftly like spirits dancing in the dark. In a world once ruled by gods and goddesses, only remnants of their dangerous power remained, threatening anyone careless enough to touch them.
Aloysius Herrold stood atop a building's roof, eyes staring out to a horizon veiled in gray clouds. His tall frame was scarred and battle worn. His jet-black hair, damp and tousled by the wind, reflected a warrior who had survived thousands of battles. But behind his cold gaze lay a deep awareness of the lurking danger the divine radiation that could corrupt soul and body if not perfectly controlled.
"This power… is not for everyone," he muttered softly, clenching his fingers. "Every breath comes with consequences. I must stay alert."
The divine radiation flowing through his veins crackled like lightning that never ceased. He had reached the Vessel level, a rank few could attain. His body had adapted to radiation that could scramble minds and decay cells, but Aloysius knew one small mistake could be fatal.
From the distance, a black shadow sliced through the night, silent as death. An enemy, equal in strength, approached without sound. Their fight was not just physical skill or martial technique but about controlling the wild divine energy within their bodies.
Aloysius took a fighting stance, channeling lightning radiation through every nerve, his body trembling with explosive power. In a flash, he struck, releasing an energy blast that cracked the air.
Their battle was not merely muscle and force it was a battle of mind, focus, and caution because divine radiation was a double-edged sword. Taking the power without control meant death or soul destruction.
When the dust settled, Aloysius stood firm, breathing heavily but eyes sharp. He knew that in a world filled with mystery and divine radiation, the greatest danger was not the visible enemy, but the power hidden within himself.