I rose, lifting my gaze the moment the sacred being departed. Gabriel and Michael, unbeknownst to me, knelt in reverence beside me.
Now, under the decree of the Almighty Creator, I was tasked with a journey to the west, to seek out Adam.
Gabriel spoke, his voice grave, "Your path ahead will not be easy, Rhinggamana. Many obstacles will arise to challenge you. Trust in your abilities."
"I never anticipated that my quest for vengeance would transform into a new mission ordained by Him who reigns above. But why west? Is Adam there?" I asked, confusion furrowing my brow.
Gabriel continued, "As a messenger of His revelations, I too cannot foresee the ultimate destination of His design. Yet believe me, His commands are inevitable truths. Each decree bears purpose and meaning. Your fate was sealed the moment you grasped the Sword of Blerit."
"I will give my utmost effort," I declared, determination igniting within me.
Michael stepped forward, "Remember all the wisdom you have absorbed here. You should be able to overcome nearly every challenge. However, the final decision lies not in your hands but in those of the Creator. I bid you farewell on your journey back to Earth. To summon the Vimana, merely speak its name, and it will come to you."
"Thank you, Michael. I shall not disappoint you."
With that, Michael vanished from our midst. Left with Gabriel, I felt the weight of what was to come.
"I will send you back to Earth at the moment of your death," Gabriel said, his eyes gleaming with divine purpose. "When you awaken, your body will harmonize with the powers you have acquired in this realm. I wish you luckl in your new life."
"Very well, Gabriel. I am ready to embrace life once more."
Gabriel touched my forehead with his radiant hand, uttering sacred words, "O spirit who has been separated from the body, return to the place where your soul resides in the mortal realm. By the power bestowed upon me, I now send you back into life."
Suddenly, a circle of light erupted beneath my feet. The brilliance enveloped me entirely, drawing me into a darkness, akin to the moment I had perished and entered paradise before—but this time, the process felt reversed.
Within that shadowy corridor, I glimpsed a gleaming white light, certain it marked my way out. As I leaped into its embrace, I awoke, finding myself tumbling amidst the forest's undergrowth, near the ruins of a shattered edifice.
The Sword of Blerit and the Vimana lay scattered at my feet. Rising, I turned to the shattered window, where my reflection stared back—unchanged since my death. Yet my hair had transformed to a striking white, cropped close, and my form had grown more formidable. The wound that once marked my neck, the very cause of my demise, had mysteriously vanished, as though it had never existed.
Around me, the air was filled with anguished cries, desperate pleas echoing amidst the turmoil of invasion. Explosions thundered, gunfire cracked, and the shadow of death loomed heavily in the darkened sky. Above, the great warship of the Four Great Kings hovered ominously, a harbinger of chaos.
When I was about to pick up the Blerit Sword on the ground, the body parts that were nearby brought back my pain. My wife's mangled face, as well as other body parts scattered right under my feet. Anger, and vengeance, once again consumed my pure heart.
"No! I must cast aside these negative emotions. I cannot allow vengeance to consume me once more! I must journey westward and seek out Adam."
With a heavy heart, I turned my back on that place steeped in horrific memories and set my course to the west. I fought with all my strength to purge the emotions of this mortal realm. For now, I have succeeded in keeping my heart untainted.
"Dad! Please help me!" The voice from above my head cried out in desperation.
Oh no! Marky! What should I do? Should I save him? Would God allow me to do so?
Damn it! I should be able to master my emotions, to avoid being consumed by vengeance. Yet, hearing Marky's cries for help, my heart feels overwhelmed.
His wails echoed in the air, tightening my chest with every plea. I faced a choice, but I had already accepted a divine mission—was I not meant to fulfill it?
No! As a father, I could not allow those scoundrels to abduct my son without a fight, especially when I possessed the power to save him. To hell with divine orders!
I concentrated, channeling all my energy into the Sword of Blerit, and shouted, "Elysium Light Form!"
An aura of radiant gold enveloped me, my hair cascading into brilliant flames of yellow. Instantly, I was adorned in the silver armor bestowed by Gabriel. Fully transformed, I summoned the Vimana and soared toward the ominous warship of the Four Great Kings, looming high above the clouds.
As I glided closer, I focused my energy, yelling, "Phase Four: Celestial Burst!"
With a single swing, a wave of golden light radiated outward, tearing through the underbelly of the enemy ship. The crew staggered in chaos; I glimpsed a damaged engine spewing smoke. With this power, I could easily vanquish my foes.
The Four Great Kings exchanged wary glances.
"Who dares to attack us?"
"Uncertain. We should prepare our forces; it seems another assault is imminent."
But they were mistaken; the attack was not the work of an army, but me myself!
Fueled by fury and the thirst for vengeance, I leaped from the Vimana, landing before them with resolute defiance. Before me stood nearly five hundred soldiers, arrayed with colossal weaponry—a mountain-high harpoon, fearsome cannons, and other deadly arms, all trained upon me. Each soldier readied for battle, yet Marky was nowhere in sight.
"You? Aren't you the one from earlier? How bold of you to step into the sacred domain of the gods," the man in the green robe sneered.
"You are not gods! None of you!" I roared, brandishing my sword. "You are all fake. I can say this because I have met the true one."
Their eyes widened in disbelief at the sight of the Sword of Blerit.
"That sword? It's no ordinary blade; it does not belong to this realm," remarked the man in the red robe.
"Indeed. This sword hails from the heavens, forged by divine hands," I declared.
The largest among them, clad in silver, shouted to his troops, "Fall back! None of you can withstand that sword. We four will handle this one."
With arrogant smiles, they advanced toward me one by one.
"Before we begin, why don't we introduce ourselves in a more civilized manner? We acknowledge your strength, young man, and thus regard you as our equal. I am Kalfrodumtra, leader of the mighty Tarx nation," said the shortest figure on the left, his elongated face crowned with a hairless head and silver robe.
"I am Trendava, the leader of the formidable Bropa nation." The man in the resplendent black robe, clad in gray armor, stepped forward. His physique was far more robust than the others, with a thick neck and powerful shoulders. His face bore the mark of strength, with a square jaw and a cleft chin, his hair cascading in tousled curls to his shoulders.
Then, the man in the crimson robe, adorned with exquisite flowing patterns, approached. He possessed the most handsome visage of the assembly, with a slightly elongated neck, and introduced himself, "I am Flisuanilitz, leader of the cultured nation of Zneznela"
And then the last man who had a head that rose slightly higher than the others. He wore a green robe accompanied by armor of a similar verdant hue. He is the one who killed me and cut my head before. He said, "And I am Almunroteph, the King of the changemaker, Mosram,"
The four of them hovered before me, their majestic robes billowing like waves in a tempestuous sea, radiating an undeniable aura of power. The unique armor of each realm shimmered in the light piercing through the darkness, as if the stars of the night had united in a single sky.
Amidst this tension, my heart raced, but I stood firm. The power within me had reached the level of Adam, the mightiest being to ever exist. Facing them was a challenge I knew I could bear.
Trendava, stepped forward with a sharp gaze. "We don't have to end up in violent ways, Rhinggamana. Why don't you join us? Your power could be the key to fighting the Abyss creatures that threaten the entire universe."
"You bastards who claim to be gods have come to destroy my home, kidnap my son, and kill my wife! And now you think I'll just accept your invitation?"
"Well, if you knew the situation we're in, you'd understand that it's a small price to pay for a better world."
"But that doesn't mean you can just grab something on land that doesn't belong to you. You've taken away the only family I have, the only thing that can make me happy. You've killed my kind!" With roaring voice I shouted.
" It's a pity then. If you don't join us, we'll have to destroy you."
"I'm not afraid, come at me! All of you!" Raising the Blerit Sword high into the sky, I shouted, "Phase Six: Seraphic Wrath!"
A portal was created above my head, bringing forth a bright golden-white light. Several beings made of light with deadly weapons descended one by one to answer my call. They numbered nearly two hundred, surrounding the Four Great Kings. The four of them were immediately cornered.
Then I shouted, "Attack them all!"