SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

With a growl of determination, Kent raised his hand to the sky, summoning the domain he had kept in reserve. The air around him crackled with electricity as he unleashed the spell he had been holding back.

"Vajra Akasha Maha Chakra Ksetra!" [Storm God's Wrath] His voice boomed through the forest, echoing off the trees as the ground beneath him trembled.

The sky above darkened as storm clouds gathered, swirling ominously as they converged on the epicenter of Kent's power. Lightning arced through the clouds, illuminating the forest in blinding flashes. With a roar, Kent brought his hands down, and the sky responded in kind.

A massive ring of lightning descended from the heavens, forming a barrier around him—a great circle of destruction that lashed out at anything that dared to approach.

The beasts howled in fury as they were caught in the storm, their bodies disintegrating under the relentless assault of the lightning. The air was thick with the smell of ozone and burnt flesh as the domain tore through the horde, reducing thousands of beasts to ash in mere moments.

But it wasn't enough. Kent knew it wasn't enough.

Even as the storm raged, he could sense the next wave approaching, an even larger army of beasts that would soon descend upon him.

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He had to push harder, dig deeper. The number of beasts would only continue to grow, and if he wanted to survive, he had to find a way to outpace them.

By the time the night ended, Kent had slain over twenty-five thousand beasts, their bodies littering the ground around him in a gruesome testament to his strength. His clothes were torn, his body covered in blood—both his own and that of the beasts. He was exhausted, every fiber of his being screaming for rest, but he knew he couldn't afford to stop.

As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, Kent stood amidst the carnage, his chest heaving with exertion. The forest was eerily silent, the only sound the crackle of lingering electricity from the storm.

He should have felt relief, a sense of accomplishment, but all he felt was the gnawing hunger for more. He needed to push further, to increase the number of beasts he faced. Only then would he be able to invoke the true power within him, the inner spirit that had been lying dormant, waiting for the right moment to awaken.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"It's not enough," Kent muttered to himself, his voice rough from exertion. His eyes were hard, determined. "I need more. I have to reach my limit."

With a grim resolve, he began to prepare for the next day, his mind already strategizing on how to draw out even more beasts.

The forest had become his proving ground, the beasts his test. He would not stop until he had conquered it, until he had forced his inner spirit to emerge and claim its rightful power.

The coming days would be even more brutal, but Kent welcomed the challenge. The greater the threat, the closer he would come to unlocking the true potential that lay within him.

The storm inside him was just beginning to stir.

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The night air was thick with tension as Kent stood alone in the clearing, the towering trees of the Devil Mountain Forest casting long, twisted shadows around him.

The moonlight barely penetrated the dense canopy above, leaving most of the forest in an eerie darkness. The rustling of leaves and the distant howls of nocturnal creatures provided the only sound, but Kent knew it was the calm before the storm.

His senses, honed through countless battles, tingled with anticipation. He could feel the presence of the beasts—thousands of them—slowly closing in on him.

He had chosen this spot deliberately, a place where he could see them coming from all sides. There would be no retreat, no escape. This was his crucible, the trial he had set for himself.

As the first of the beasts broke through the tree line, a massive wolf with eyes that glowed red in the darkness, Kent's fists tightened. More and more creatures emerged from the shadows—lions with razor-sharp claws, serpents as thick as tree trunks, winged beasts that blotted out the stars as they took flight.

"Come on then," Kent muttered to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. "Let's see if you can break me."

The first wave hit like a tidal wave, a surge of claws, fangs, and raw, feral power. Kent's aura flared to life around him, a shimmering barrier of golden lightning that repelled the initial onslaught.

He moved with precision, each strike fueled by years of training, each step a dance of death. The beasts fell one after another, their bodies piling up around him, but there was no end in sight. For every creature he killed, it seemed as though two more took its place.

Hours passed in a blur of blood and fury. Kent's energy reserves were dwindling, his body screaming in protest, but he refused to let up.

He had faced worse odds before, fought against stronger opponents, but tonight was different. Tonight, he wasn't just fighting to survive—he was fighting to break through the limits of his own body and mind.

As the night wore on, the beasts kept coming, their numbers overwhelming. At some point, Kent lost track of how many he had slain. All he knew was that his energy was nearly gone, his aura flickering like a dying flame. When the last of his strength finally ebbed away, he collapsed to one knee, gasping for breath. The beasts saw their opportunity and surged forward, a tide of fur, scales, and claws.

Kent rose shakily to his feet, blood dripping from countless wounds. He knew he couldn't hold them off much longer. His aura channels were dry, his body nearly broken. But there was no fear in his eyes, only a cold, hard resolve.

"I… will not… fall here," he growled, clenching his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. "If this is all you've got… then I'll crush you with my bare hands!"

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