CH 3:Divine Intervention

In a boundless white void, a man of pure white skin moved with an eerie calm. His every motion was smooth, calculated. He approached another figure clad in resplendent golden armor, a white robe draped over his shoulders.

The armored man lifted a crystalline orb, his voice reverberating through it. "Corvus, carry out this duty for me and when we are freed from our confinement, you shall be hailed as one of our elites. Travel to the Middle Realm and stir trouble. Weaken the Magus so that once we arrive, we will face little resistance."

Corvus, a figure clad in dark purple and blue armor with a crow-like mask, bowed deeply. "As you wish. I shall take some of my men. But to ensure success, I request the reinforcement of one of your own."

The glowing man hesitated before responding, his voice cold. "Very well. But once you've completed your task bring me the Magus' head's as proof of your triumph."

The glowing man looked down at the armored man kneeling before him. "Send Kowai a transmission. He should still be resting in the Realm of the Giants. He'll accompany them." With that, the glowing man vanished into the white expanse.

The Boys' Training

The group sat in a tranquil field behind Lancelot's home, their hands resting on their knees and eyes closed.

"So now that you've awakened your abilities, it's time to learn about Endo, the essence of our abilities," Lancelot began. "Endo exists everywhere and it is naturally and infinitely produced in your body, but there's a limit to how much you can hold so as we walk through the world seeps of it leaks out of our bodies that how Zang was able to see it drifting through the air yesterday. It's the core of our abilities. Without it, you can't use anything. Endo strengthens and protects and with enough mastery you could also use it to mend bones, heal wounds, anything you can think of. In our world there are only a select few who can see and manipulate pure Endo Seeing as Zang can see Endo that must mean he can also manipulate it making him one of these select few they're called mages. These mage's have the ability with their near infinite pool of are rumored to be able to ascend their endo to another state of energy. But thats only a myth." Lancelot says with. Chuckle. "You need control over endo otherwise, you might lose it again like Zang did yesterday, Nearly Wiping out a tenth of South Korea.

The group all share a soft snicker with their eyes closed.

"Focus," Lancelot continued. "Feel the energy. Let it flow through your limbs and around your heart. It'll feel like the pain you experienced when your Endo nodes awakened but warmer and more gentle, this time there won't be any pain."

Troy groaned, clutching his head. "How am I supposed to concentrate with all this racket in my head? Shut the hell up, you idiots!"

Lancelot crouched in front of Troy, lifting the bandages from his own eyes. " Oh yeah i forgot about this, Let's see what's going on in there."

Lancelot appeared in Troy's mental space, a dark void stretching endlessly, punctuated only by the presence of a single round table. Seven figures sat around it, each radiating an overwhelming presence.

At the head of the table stood a towering, stoic man, his black hair framing his sharp features. His eyes were pitch black, devoid of any reflection, as though they absorbed all light. Flanking him were two smaller women—one with flowing green hair, carrying an air of calm danger, and the other with piercing purple locks, her eyes glinting with mischief and the last a shadowy mist of a figure unmoving far away from the other presences sits as if it isn't reachable at the moment.

Across the table, a wiry man with light blue, spiky hair grinned slyly, his crooked smile hinting at a volatile nature. Completing the circle was a woman with two heads, both adorned with vibrant pink hair, and a massive chained mace resting casually across her lap.

The black-haired man was the first to rise, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder. "What is this? I'm sure my eyes are playing tricks on me at the moment.." His tone dripped with sarcasm, though his eyes betrayed an edge of wariness.

The two-headed woman laughed, her second head joining in a split second later, creating an eerie harmony. "You haven't changed at all. Still parading that smug smile as if you own the world." She casually swung her mace, the chains rattling ominously.

The blue-haired man leaned forward, resting his chin on interlocked fingers. "It's been centuries, hasn't it? And you haven't aged a bit, Lancelot, The God Killer, King of Light, The monster who slaughtered a quarter of the demon realm, two hundred thousand of our kin in just four days. What brings you here now?"

Lancelot smirked, his arms crossed. "It's been a while, hasn't it? I didn't expect to find six of the Seven Deadly Sins lurking in a child's mind. Troy must really be something special to house all of you."

The black-haired man's expression twisted into a snarl. "You dare mock us, you arrogant bastard?"

Without another word, he charged. His massive scythe materialized in his hands—a weapon twice his size, with a blade so dark it seemed to devour the light around it. He swung with monstrous force, the air itself splitting with a deafening whoosh.

Lancelot didn't flinch. He raised a single hand, catching the blade between his fingers. The impact sent a shockwave rippling through the void, but Lancelot remained unmoved.

"Still using brute force, I see," he said mockingly. Lancelot grabs the edge of the blade and swings the man aside, sending the giant man tumbling across the ground.

The two-headed woman roared, leaping into the fray. She swung her chained mace in a wide arc, the spikes gleaming ominously. Lancelot leaned back, the mace narrowly missing his face as it tore through the air with a thunderous crack.

Before the weapon could swing back, two more figures joined the attack. The green-haired woman darted forward, her katana gleaming with a sickly green aura. She aimed for Lancelot's midsection, her movements precise and lightning-fast.

Simultaneously, the purple-haired woman lunged low, twin daggers aimed at his legs.

Lancelot smirked, jumping into the air and twisting his body in a graceful arc. As the katana and daggers sliced through empty space, he spun midair and delivered a powerful roundhouse kick to the green-haired woman's chest. The force sent her hurtling backward, crashing into the black-haired man. Both skidded across the void, their forms crackling with residual energy. Before hitting the ground he grabs the other girl by her purple hair and tosses her into the two sending the tumbling further back.

The blue-haired man stepped in next, his approach calculated and deliberate. He moved with the fluidity of a predator, weaving through the chaos to close the distance. His fists glowed with a faint, flickering energy.

Two quick jabs flew at Lancelot—one aimed at his ribs, the other at his jaw. Lancelot dodged the first with a slight tilt of his torso, then raised his arm to block the second.

"Not bad," Lancelot admitted, before countering with a punch of his own.

The blue-haired man narrowly avoided the strike, ducking low and retaliating with a swift hook aimed at Lancelot's temple. Lancelot ducked just in time, only to be met with a sharp knee strike aimed at his abdomen.

"Clever," Lancelot murmured, catching the knee with his hand. With a swift movement, he pushed the man back and delivered an open-palm strike to his chest.

The impact was devastating. The blue-haired man staggered backward, coughing up blood as he crumpled to one knee.

Lancelot didn't pause. He turned sharply, catching the two-headed woman mid-swing as her mace came hurtling toward him again. He sidestepped the attack, his movements fluid, and sent a spinning kick to her side. She stumbled, both heads howling in unison.

The black-haired man roared in frustration, charging once more. The remaining sins rallied around him, their combined auras flaring violently as they prepared for a coordinated assault.

Lancelot stood in the center, his smirk never faltering. "Enough of this."

He reached up, pulling the bandages from his eyes. The moment his rainbow-colored gaze was revealed, the void itself seemed to tremble. A pink, blue, and white aura exploded around him, its intensity pushing the sins back as they shielded themselves from its force.

Lancelot tied the bandages back over his eyes, raising a hand into the air. His voice echoed with authority: "Fracture:Blue: Malignant Seal."

The sins were dragged toward the center of the space, their struggles futile as blue energy enveloped them. The cage formed quickly, its pulsating light locking them in place.

The black-haired man bared his teeth. "This isn't over, Lancelot!"

Lancelot chuckled softly, turning away. "It never is."

Lancelot emerged from Troy's mindscape, the ambient light bending momentarily around him before he materialized back among the group of boys. His sudden appearance made Kelly sit up straight, startled.

"Where did you go, man? You just, like, disappeared!" Kelly exclaimed, brushing dirt off his pants as he stood up.

Lancelot smirked casually, brushing imaginary dust from his tank top. "I was handling some... business. Troy here had a noisy bunch of freeloaders in his mind. Thought I'd shut them up. But enough about that. Tell me—how did you guys handle the little assignment I left you with?"

The boys in their battle uniforms, each one radiating a distinct aura of power. Ace stepped forward first, clenching his fist as he examined his arm with a mixture of awe and disbelief.

"I feel amazing," Ace said, his voice buzzing with energy. "It's like my body's super light, but at the same time, there's this... power bubbling inside me. Like a loaded RPG ready to go off."

Troy shrugged, trying to maintain a casual demeanor, but the slight smile tugging at his lips betrayed his excitement. "Not sure what you did, but thanks, I guess. Those voices shutting up made circulating my Endo way easier."

Kelly, meanwhile, had a dark expression, though his excitement was palpable. Purple energy surged around him, outlining his now more muscular physique. "Man, this is incredible." He raised his arm to the sky, summoning a faintly glowing greatsword that materialized in his grasp. With a mighty swing, he cleaved into the ground beside him, sending a shockwave that tore through the earth. "I can't wait to put these powers to use. Who knows what else I can do?"

Zang stepped forward, his arms wreathed in swirling yellow energy that crackled like lightning. His eyes glowed a rich, golden hue as he grinned confidently. "Yeah, this is pretty awesome. I'm ready to see how far I can push this."

Sheldon then steps forward with a menacing green aura flowing off of his body as he walks to the group hold tiny creature in his hand."yeah I'm pretty excited as well."

Lancelot nodded, his expression unreadable but his tone approving. "Good. You're already starting to grasp the basics." He turned and gestured for them to follow. "Let's walk. There's something you all need to understand before we get to the real action."

The group began moving, the tension of anticipation thick in the air. Lancelot spoke as they walked, his voice calm but carrying an edge of urgency.

"As Magi, our job is to protect this realm—and our entire universe—from invaders and entities that threaten humanity. That starts with clearing out Tarnished and other hostile creatures in our area. These things prey on regular people, people without abilities like ours. Most survivors are huddled together in groups—families, friends—just trying to stay alive. Chances are, not everyone in those groups has awakened powers, and even if they have, they wouldn't know how to use them. That's where we come in."

"So we hunt monsters, find survivors, and send them to that hub place?" Kelly asked, gripping his greatsword tightly.

"Exactly. At the hub, the Magus Association helps Then sends magus workers out to the area and they rebuild the ruined area with their abilities. Some people, though, don't want help. They form their own factions, governments, or militias. Generally, we leave them alone unless they interfere with our mission."

Zang frowned, his glowing hands dimming slightly. "Couldn't we just force them to join us? It's for their own good."

Lancelot stopped, turning to face the sky adjacent to the group. His hands were in his pockets, his smile fading away as he focusing his attention to the distant sky it clear he meant business. "That's not how we operate. Magi act with integrity. We don't force our will on others unless it's absolutely necessary to complete our duties. Morality matters."

He looked up suddenly, his eyes narrowing. "That said, lesson time's over. There are seven pretty strong foes headed our way, In a few minutes, five people are going to drop out of the sky and attack you. In terms of raw Endo capacity and overall raw potential, you've got them beat. But these guys? They've been fighting for thousands of years. Their experience will give them an edge." He pointed at himself. "I'll take care of their leaders. The five weaklings are all yours. If anything goes wrong, I'll be back in less than a second."

The boys exchanged nervous glances but nodded, determination setting their jaws. Lancelot continued, his tone now instructional.

"Remember this: Endo users are divided into classes. Miracle Classes are the strongest, Their abilities granted with limitless potential to grow. Descendants draw their power from ancient beings—legends and myths. Arcane users need a medium to manifest their abilities—mine, for example, is the light around us i use it as a medium to manifest my abilities. Then there are Arcanebloods, who manipulate Endo to create elemental powers, and Summoners, who call forth entities to fight alongside them. Learn to identify these classes, and you'll understand your enemies. Now, do your best."

He raised a finger and whispered, "Purple." In an instant, he vanished