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He holds the wooden sword in admiration, marveling at its beauty and simplicity. He observes the intricate details carved into the wood, each line and curve seeming to tell a story of its own. However, despite his appreciation for the sword, he feels a pang of regret as he thinks about what he is about to do. He realizes that by using it in their next confrontation, he could lose another valuable weapon in the process.

Although he understands the need to take drastic measures to confront Umbranox, he cannot help but feel a slight sense of loss as he contemplates sacrificing this beautiful sword. However, he knows that in times like these, survival and the protection of those he cares about must take precedence over all other considerations.

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Forged by an unknown god of life in a desert devoid of life, the Sword of Golden Aether is more than a simple weapon; It is a symbol of life force itself, meant to be the embodiment of divine resilience and the longing for eternal life.

Its blade, carved from the finest and most brilliant wood, shines with a golden glow, radiating a heavenly luminosity that seems to tint everything it touches with a warm, comforting light. Each wood grain is a wellspring of life, pulsing with the very essence of creation. Wielding it, one can feel the power of the golden aether flowing through it, infusing new energy and vitality into everything it touches.

The Sword of the Golden Aether craves an enormous amount of vital essence to grow eternally, its insatiable thirst for life reflected in each of its sparkles. It is a constant reminder of the importance of vitality and the desire to thrive in the midst of adversity.

This sword is not only a weapon, but also a reminder of the unstoppable force of the will to live and the transformative power of divinity. With every blow, with every victory, the Spirit of the Oasis and the Star Sapphire converge in the Golden Aether, joining forces to unlock your potential and conquer new magical horizons.

Unique Ability: While absorbing the life essence of his enemies to strengthen himself, he also heals those he wounds. However, this healing is not an act of benevolence, but rather a curse in disguise. By healing its enemies, the sword prolongs their eternal suffering, trapping them in an endless cycle of agony and despair. Thus, those who face the Sword of the Golden Aether are condemned to a fate of eternal suffering, never allowed to find liberation from death.>

With his new sword in hand, he feels a renewed sense of determination. Now, with a plan that seems to have a better chance of success, he is ready to carry it out. However, he knows that facing Umbranox will not be an easy task.

To execute your plan, it is not enough to approach Umbranox; it needs to be on top of him somehow. But the creature is fierce and powerful, and has not yet revealed its full potential. After the devastating bluish flash attack, Umbranox will be on guard and more cautious than ever. Furthermore, the shadow that he can manipulate at will is an additional obstacle that he must overcome.

With a sigh, he reflects on the situation he faces.

-"As I thought"

mutters to himself,

—"this world is in hellish difficulty. So many problems and it's just the beginning."

He realizes that the battle ahead is only a small part of the challenges he will face in his fight for survival.

seeking a countermeasure to confront the shadows of Umbranox. Remember his innate ability, the Touch of Rebirth, which stimulates the growth of living beings using his own life force. He reaches out to the ground, feeling the warm desert sand between his fingers. In an instant, vegetation begins to sprout around him, a tangible reminder of his title as the Regent of Vitality.

—"No matter how you look at it," he muses to himself, "it's a real marvel."

summons his Touch of Rebirth ability. You can feel a small part of your life energy slowly fading away as vegetation grows rapidly around you. Although the effort exhausts her, she knows that this loss of energy is insignificant compared to the immense cost of her previous attack, the Blue Flash.

Experimenting with his power, he realizes that he can concentrate growth in certain places on the vegetation, molding its shape at will. With this revelation, he begins to shape the vegetation, creating small defensive structures such as walls and barriers. Every movement is calculated, every shape carefully designed to provide maximum protection

—"Now comes the hard part," he muses, "while I still consider running away, I have a hunch that leaving Umbranox here would be even more counterproductive."

—"It's no coincidence that I was asleep in the most unreachable part of the sky," he reflects.

—"And now that he's waking up, it could become a long-term problem."

Finishing getting ready, he is suddenly overcome by a feeling of cold.

The air suddenly turns frigid, as if winter had suddenly descended on the crater. An ice cream sensation embraces every corner, making you feel like you are immersed in a giant freezer. The source of this extreme cold appears to be Umbranox, whose dark presence seems to weave an icy web in the air.

He watches cautiously as Umbranox opens his jaw towards the sky, as if absorbing the cold energy from the surroundings. A cold, dim light begins to shine in her mouth, growing in intensity with each passing second.

The gravity of the situation hits him squarely when he realizes what is about to happen. Without wasting a second, he launches himself at full speed diagonally towards Umbranox, determined to avoid whatever it is he's planning.

In the blink of an eye, a beam of cold light emerges from Umbranox's mouth, streaking through the air like frozen lightning. Icy energy cuts through the air with a piercing hiss, threatening to freeze everything in its path.

—"A fucking laser!" she roared, as the cold beam cut the air with her haunting hiss. Surprise and fear were reflected in her eyes as she narrowly dodged the frozen beam, feeling the deadly cold brush against her skin as she sped past it. Adrenaline drove him to run faster, knowing that a split second of delay could mean the end of him.

The laser, imposing and destructive, cut through the landscape like an ice blade, freezing everything in its path in a deadly trail of cold. Every step he took was a fight against the freezing wind, which seemed to want to drag him towards frozen death. However, with each stride, he focused all of his energy on running faster, hoping to dodge the fatal lightning bolt.

Despite his efforts, the deadly cold was beginning to penetrate his bones, freezing his lungs and slowing his every movement. Every breath was a torment, and her body grew heavier and heavier under the weight of the frigid air. But she persisted, trusting in his vitality to carry him beyond the limits of the cold.

Then, a deafening roar shook the ground, followed by an explosion that sent him flying into the air like a leaf in the wind. He hit the ground hard, feeling the searing pain in every part of his body as he struggled to get up. With his gaze still dazed, he directed his gaze towards the source of the explosion.

—"Ehh!"

There before him stood a gigantic iceberg, as imposing as a mountain, a manifestation of the devastating power of Umbranox. It was a monumental vision, a display of the might of the dark deity he faced.

The magnitude of the iceberg took his breath away. He knew that facing Umbranox would be a nearly impossible task, but he couldn't allow himself to give up. He stood up, ready to continue.

He challenged Umbranox with a defiant tone.

—"What? Are you telling me not to come closer? Oh, now what? Are you afraid? Don't worry, I'll come keep you company."

With a firm step, he advanced towards the colossal being of shadows, defying the darkness. Although danger was imminent and fear stalked him at every step, he would not let the threat of Umbranox stop him. He stood tall, his gaze fixed on her target, ready to face anything.

unfolds in a frenzy of power and chaos, where nature and darkness collide. With the sword Aether in hand, he feels imbued with renewed strength, his bare feet connected to the earth radiating a vital energy that awakens life in his wake.

Every step you take is like a germinating seed, every movement an impetus for the flora and life that follow, turning the arid soil into a lush forest growing around you. Life blooms with every breath, spreading and dominating the terrain with unstoppable force.

But Umbranox is not far behind, and from the depths of the crater, the dark being awakens its own forces. Tentacles of sharp shadows emerge from his body, as vast as the darkness itself, lunging forward with merciless ferocity.

The shadowy tentacles, like sharp claws, split the earth with their relentless force, creating deep craters that stretch into the unknown, like portals to another dimension. Inside, the darkness is overwhelming, shrouding everything in a cloak of mystery and danger.

Meanwhile, the forces of nature rise to confront this unleashed darkness. Gigantic trees and intertwined branches rise in a desperate effort to counter the destructive power of the shadowy tentacles. The battle between life and shadow is a titanic struggle that shakes the earth and fills the air with palpable tension.

In the midst of this chaos, he advances, focused on his task of manipulating the vegetation to counteract the dark forces that threaten to consume everything. With astonishing speed, he dodges each of the tentacles, taking advantage of his agility to make his way towards Umbranox.

—"This is harder than I thought."

Running with all my strength and using my vitality is as if I were losing more and more motivation.

The dark god does not sit idly by. With a gesture, he unleashes his power upon the land, causing a horde of sinister creatures to emerge from the shadows. They are the Minions of Umbranox, shadows of wolves that materialize in the darkness, each a tiny reflection of their master.

Seeing the appearance of these creatures, he can't help but exclaim in disbelief.

He sees the Minions and mutters:

— "It's not that I didn't see it coming, but so soon? Couldn't you be nicer to me?"

Upon colliding with them, he finds himself in the middle of a frantic confrontation with the horde of shadow wolves, brandishing his ether sword. However, he soon realizes that his efforts are in vain. No matter how much he cuts and tears at the creatures, they seem to ignore the fatal blow that should end their lives. It is a daunting and disconcerting experience for him, as logic would dictate that a well-aimed strike should end the threat. However, the taboo imposed by his title seems to intervene somehow, preventing him from taking lives.

—"Tch!"

he feels trapped in a loop of senseless violence, where every blow inflicted is only a brief reprieve followed by rapid regeneration of the wounds. The creatures' cries of pain echo in his ears, constantly reminding him of his helplessness in the face of this strange curse. Why can't they die? What is the nature of this taboo that allows harm but prohibits death?

As he struggles to understand the logic behind this ban, he becomes increasingly frustrated and desperate. How can he face a threat that seems immune to death? Uncertainty consumes him as he struggles to stand against the relentless horde of shadow wolves.

—"After this, I definitely want a hot bath and, if possible, breakfast! I feel disgusting with all this dark blood surrounding me and I'm very tired." muffled scream

The confrontation intensifies as the Shadow Minions continue their relentless assault. Although he can withstand the fierce attacks, the inability to take down the creatures is weakening him. Each blow, each effort to contain the enemies, is like a drop that erodes his resistance, leaving him more vulnerable to the growing number of adversaries.

The fight becomes a race against time, as Umbranox's tentacles multiply rapidly, threatening to envelop him in icy darkness before he can accomplish his goal. Every movement becomes an act of desperation, as he struggles to stay one step ahead of the rising tide of shadows.

Cutting off the Minions' limbs seems to be the only way to contain their advance, but even that offers only temporary relief. The feeling of exhaustion consumes him, weighing on him with every step he takes in the desperate fight to survive. Every moment is a battle between his willpower and the exhaustion that threatens to consume him completely.

With time and stamina running out, he is forced to confront not only the enemies around him, but also his own limits. Urgency takes hold of him, propelling him forward in a desperate effort to stop Umbranox before it unleashes its devastating ice attack once again.

Feeling that time is running out, he gathers all his strength and channels his energy into creating a more hostile environment for the Shadow Minions. Spreading out branches and vines, he traps the dark wolves and immobilizes their advance, though each action costs him a great deal of life energy.

Meanwhile, he focuses his attention on Umbranox, still vulnerable from the impact of the bluish flash. It creates a wooden column that rises diagonally towards the sky, every inch of its length requiring supreme effort on your part. Running over the makeshift structure, he advances towards his goal with relentless determination, dodging the chaos that reigns below him.

The tree beneath his feet becomes his only point of support, designed to withstand the weight and speed of his race toward Umbranox. As he approaches the shadowy figure, he knows there is no turning back; His destiny is intertwined with that of the dark deity.

—"UMBRANOX! I have come to see you! And this time will be the last, don't worry! I have brought a gift that you will like. This one also wants to meet you, you will be so much for each other that you will not be able to separate yourself!"

With a defiant laugh, he approaches Umbranox just as the towering shadow wolf prepares its fearsome icy attack.

—"I was hoping for that," he murmurs as he jumps at the last moment, pulling a root branch out of his robe.

—"Let's see if this is your size"

By releasing the branch, he releases a large part of his life energy, almost two-thirds of what he has left. The branch shines with green and gold flashes, radiating impressive energy. It is not an insignificant amount; In fact, it is so overwhelming that the branch, which initially measured just six centimeters, multiplies exponentially, transforming into an enormous tree sixty meters high.

Umbranox is stunned by the sudden emergence of the towering tree, which now rivals him in size. With a deafening crash, the tree falls by its roots onto Umbranox's back, leaving him momentarily stunned beneath its majestic shadow.

The fall was dizzying, the wind roared around them like a hungry beast. Through the tumultuous current of air, his eyes remained fixed on Umbranox, whose figure was seen motionless under the enormous tree that loomed over him. But he knew that this won't stop him.

He began manipulating his sword, preparing for the oncoming attack. Relying on the power of his sword, the Golden Ether, he poured all of his remaining life energy into it, feeling the wood come to life under his hands, radiating a neon green glow in response to his energy. .

As his weapon lit up with a divine glow, Umbranox, alerted by a dark foreboding, began to gather his sharp shadows in an attempt to stop him. As he descended, he braced himself for impact, knowing that he would resist each onslaught with all his might.

The shadows rushed at him with ferocity, piercing his flesh and leaving a trail of pain and golden blood in their wake. The suffering was intense, as if each cut wounded the soul itself. But still, he managed to reach his target: Umbranox's head.

With a cry of effort, he stabbed his sword into the dark mass that was his enemy, defying the pain.

—"Ugh, what pain! I want to cry."

With the sword stuck in Umbranox and the pain overwhelming me, I felt every beat of my heart resonate like an echo of suffering throughout my being. It was so intense it made me want to cry, but I had no time for weakness.

The sword reacted as expected. He began to absorb Umbranox's vitality, like a vampire thirsting for life. But my plan went further: I would use my "Touch of Rebirth" ability to power this action.

I focused my mind on the sword, on the flow of life energy emanating from it. I manipulated her growth, making her steal even more life energy from Umbranox and concentrating it on the giant tree that towered above him. It was as if the tree took on a life of its own, feeding on the dark power of Umbranox and transforming it into a symbol of rebirth and hope.

The roots emerged from the sword like voracious tentacles, growing uncontrollably and penetrating Umbranox's flesh. He could see them drinking his blood, feeding on his vitality and weakening him with every drop.

As I watched the process, I realized that Umbranox was losing strength by the second. The shadows that had crossed my body began to fade, dissipating like smoke in the wind.

The force of Umbranox not only fed the giant tree, but also flowed into the earth itself, revitalizing the desert that previously lay barren and lifeless. It was an impressive sight, but my joy was dampened by a growing sense of weakness.

—"Please... No more fighting."

My legs began to give way under the weight of my exhausted body, my breathing became slow and heavy. I realized that I had gone too far, that I had spent all my energy trying to defeat Umbranox. Now, as my consciousness slowly faded, I could only hope that my sacrifice had been worth it.

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The young man lay unconscious on the ground, fallen from Umbranox's head where he had stuck his sword. Around him, the ground was transformed by the life that sprang from it, as if the earth responded to his presence.

The plants grew around him, embracing him gently and lovingly, as if they knew he needed protection. The sword in Umbranox's head continued to fulfill its function, absorbing the vitality of the dark being and spreading it throughout the world, as if it were following the young man's will.

The place was enveloped in a profusion of life, with thousands of plants growing and thriving, sealing the site impeccably.

Although his body could heal over time, the wounds on his soul would take much longer to heal. However, as the days passed, the young man slowly began to recover, fueled by the rebirth he had unleashed.

Over time, what was once a barren desert 130 years ago, transformed into a vast forest that covered much of the world, a testament to the power of life and hope even in the darkest of times.

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