chapter 5: story (part 5):The Infinite Power Of Fusion

After the three leaders—the Dragon King, the Wolfskin Envoy, and the Beastskin King—began summoning their minions, it took approximately six hours for all of them to enter the portal and find a place that was neither too far nor too close to the others.

Six hours might seem like a long time, but for beings like them—evolvers who had lived for more than 300 years—it was but a fleeting moment. Time moved differently for those who had witnessed centuries of history and endured countless battles.

Once the summoning was complete, the Dragon King clenched his fists, and the golden ring, which acted as a portal measuring up to three meters wide and four feet tall, began to shimmer. It was surprising that such massive dragons could pass through a portal of this size. From the perspective of someone in the middle, it looked as though a black hole was about to swallow them, if not for the golden edges distinguishing it from a real black hole.

Similarly, the Beastskin King raised his hand lazily, and the portal disappeared as if it had never existed. The wolfskins and the vampires didn't have to do much either; their portals closed automatically immediately after the last person walked through.

When the leaders had settled their members, they reached a mutual agreement to rest in their respective "bases" before the Inscription Master arrived. They all sat down in a lotus position, closed their eyes, and gradually entered a state of meditation, making it appear as if they were asleep in the outside world.

Their respective races could see their leaders' bodies emitting glows: the Dragon King emanated a fiery red, the Beastskin King a deep blue, the Elf Queen a vibrant green, the Wolfskin Envoy a shimmering silver, and the Vampire King a dark crimson. At times, the energy manifested as electric snakes softly dancing around them before disintegrating into small glowing dust, only to repeat the process.

The seven humans did not remain idle either. They sat down, closed their eyes, and focused half of their spiritual energy on absorbing the dense mana around them. The snakes dancing around them were different, each representing one of the seven elements: red for fire, blue for water, brown for earth, purple for lightning, gray for wind, black for darkness, and white for light.

These seven elements were the strongest in the universe, and all other elements derived from them in one way or another. Their clothes symbolized mastery over these elemental forces.

As their mana reserves filled up, they proceeded to fill their treasures—magical items capable of storing vast amounts of mana for later use.

Those watching them also began gathering energy, and some experienced breakthroughs due to the density of mana, which was 50 times greater than in the outside world.

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Once the leaders and some others had almost filled their treasures, they sensed a disturbance in space not too far from their location. They abruptly opened their eyes and looked toward the south, near where the human army was positioned.

A bronze portal, easily mistaken for gold, had appeared without warning. The leaders stared at it with mixed emotions: nervousness, annoyance, curiosity, and more.

From the portal emerged a man clad in silver plate armor, his golden eyes glowing with a calm yet intense focus. His presence was commanding, and the air around him seemed to hum with the power of countless runes and inscriptions etched into his armor.

As he approached, the Beastskin King couldn't resist a jest about his tardiness.

"You sure took your sweet time," the Beastskin King said with a playful smirk as the Inscription Master drew closer.

Hearing this, the Inscription Master looked at him, his expression calm but slightly amused.

"I was preparing my things for the ritual," he replied in a calm but clear voice, not too loud but not too low either.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot that 'preparing' your things could take up to 14 hours. I thought you stayed around fooling with other inscriptions that you're so obsessed with," the Beastskin King said with a funny smile on his face.

The Inscription Master could feel the corners of his mouth quivering uncontrollably, but he forced himself not to burst into laughter. Even the other leaders raised their eyebrows in amusement.

"Ahem... You do know that 'that technique' requires a lot, I mean, a LOT of preparation, right?" the Inscription Master said, trying to keep a straight face.

The Beastskin King replied with a victorious smile after receiving a mental message from the Inscription Master, which had lightened the mood considerably.

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After this playful exchange, the leaders put on serious expressions and turned to their soldiers to give instructions that would be relayed to the citizens. The Inscription Master flew higher and addressed everyone.

"The infinite power of fusion, huh,"he muttered to himself, sighing deeply. "I just hope this is exactly what I saw in my vision... the creation of the great hero who will save all and become the most powerful in the whole multiverse. But that's only if this world doesn't tempt him with evil and blind him with power..."

With this, he closed his eyes to rest. He knew that his role was the most challenging, and he needed to be well-prepared.

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The Inscription Master raised his hands, and the air around him began to shimmer with golden light. Runes and inscriptions floated around him, forming intricate patterns that seemed to defy the laws of physics. The leaders of the six races watched in awe as the ritual began.

"This ritual will require the combined power of all six races," the Inscription Master declared, his voice echoing across the infinite plain. "We must channel our mana into the runes and inscriptions, creating a fusion of energy that will birth the hero destined to save us all."

The leaders nodded, their expressions serious. They knew the stakes were high, and failure was not an option.

One by one, the leaders began to channel their mana into the runes, their energy merging into a single, powerful force. The air crackled with electricity, and the ground trembled beneath their feet as the ritual reached its climax.

As the energy reached its peak, a blinding light erupted from the center of the ritual. The leaders shielded their eyes, but they could feel the immense power radiating from the light.

When the light finally faded, a figure stood at the center of the ritual—an orb the size of a human fist could be seen floating in mid space.

"This is the hero?" the Dragon King asked, his voice masked with uncertainty.

"Yes,"the Inscription Master replied, his voice trembling with emotion. "This is the one who will save us all."