Chapter 129: The World in His Grasp

When Kaelen's vision cleared, he was no longer standing on the earth. He wasn't even sure if he still was on earth. He stood at the center of a vast, ever-changing landscape—an endless void, dotted with distant galaxies, swirling nebulae, and pulsating stars.

Lira stood beside him, though she seemed just as disoriented as he was.

"Where are we?" Lira asked, her voice trembling with awe and fear.

Kaelen didn't answer immediately. Instead, he closed his eyes, sensing the storm's energy now coursing through him at a level far beyond what he had ever experienced. He could feel the very fabric of reality itself, the strings of fate and time, all within his grasp.

This is it, he thought. This is the next step. The universe itself is a canvas. And I will paint it with my will.

Kaelen raised his hand and clenched his fist. The void trembled, the galaxies shifting as his power reached out. He wasn't controlling the storm anymore. He was becoming it. The storm, the wind, the lightning—they were all reflections of his will. And now, he could shape them as he pleased.

The ground beneath them began to shift, forming landscapes, mountains, and oceans, all created by his hand, his thoughts. The void had been replaced by a new world—one born of his imagination, his desires, his anger. This was more than mere control; this was domination.

A voice broke through the silence, cold and mocking.

"So this is the power you seek, child?"

Kaelen whipped around, his hand instinctively moving toward his sword, but the figure before him wasn't like anything he had encountered before. It was an entity made of pure cosmic energy, its form constantly shifting like the stars themselves.

"I am Erythos, the Overseer of Realms," the entity continued, its voice echoing in Kaelen's mind. "You've crossed a threshold, mortal. What you feel now is the potential to reshape the very fabric of reality. But that power is not without consequence."

Kaelen's eyes narrowed. "I'm not interested in your warnings, Erythos. I'm here to take what is mine."

The entity chuckled, a sound like the crackling of distant stars. "Is that so? You think you can control the universe? You are but a fragment of its grand design. A speck of dust in an endless void. But... if you truly wish to test your limits, I will grant you the challenge."

The air around them shifted, and suddenly, the vast expanse of the void was filled with countless beings—some humanoid, some monstrous, others entirely alien. They were cosmic warriors, each a champion from a different corner of the multiverse, drawn here by the power Kaelen had just unlocked.

The fight was inevitable.

"I'm not afraid of you," Kaelen said, his voice filled with a fierce determination. "I'm not afraid of any of you."

He raised his hand once more, and the storm answered. The sky above cracked open, and lightning rained down upon the cosmic warriors. The battle had begun.