Primordial Wilds

Time passed within the Created Space, where exhaustion, pain, and limits held no dominion over Riven.

The battles were endless.

One after another, enemies were summoned—fought—destroyed.

The system threw everything at him. Mana beasts with towering frames and elemental cores that burned like dying stars. Human-like warriors wielding magic so refined it could rival an elder's. Creatures birthed from nightmares, dripping in shadows and malice.

But Riven never stopped.

His movements sharpened with every clash, his spells refined in the crucible of relentless combat.

His flames—once bright and untamed—turned darker, deadlier.

Scorching Chain burned colder, its fiery bindings no longer just searing flesh but devouring the mana of those caught in its grasp.

Ember Cloak, once a simple enhancement, transformed into something more—a living armor of black fire that no longer just protected but lashed out, a second skin of destruction.