Neron's Rise

The world seemed to shudder under the pressure of Neron Kaelid's resolve. 

The despair that had suffocated him moments ago evaporated, replaced by a surge of raw, untamed power. His body felt weightless, yet immeasurably strong, as if the very fabric of reality bent to his will.

Aether—boundless, radiant, and overwhelming—coursed through his veins, igniting his existence like a supernova. 

He clenched his fists, feeling the power ripple outward in waves, distorting the broken landscape and silencing the Nether's ominous roar.

"What… what is this?" Neron whispered, his voice barely audible over the crescendo of energy swirling around him.

Legris Damien took a cautious step back, his smirk faltering as he felt the sudden shift in Neron's presence. 

"Impossible… You're actually—"