Romulus

Anthony's unwavering quest for unparalleled mastery remained steadfast, yet a sudden flicker of azure light disrupted his focus.

The Divine Flame, a being of raw, unbridled power, had awakened, its energy pulsing like a heartbeat within the sanctum of his realm.

Decades had slipped by in the temporal torrent of his Divine Realm, where time's grip loosened, and progress unfolded at a pace unimaginable to the outside world.

His training had been relentless, a symphony of discipline, precision, and boundless ambition.

Yet, amidst this ceaseless pursuit, the ethereal presence of Romulus, his Divine Flame, pierced through the veil of his concentration, demanding acknowledgment.

Anthony lowered his weapon with deliberate poise, its blade gleaming faintly from his exhaustive training.

His surroundings, soaked in the sweat of his effort, seemed to shimmer under the brilliant blue radiance emanating from his companion.