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Once every 10,000 years, the heavens open, and the Mortal Realm is cast into turmoil. The Great Reset begins—a cosmic reckoning where empires fall, beasts awaken, and only the strongest carve their names into eternity. For those who survive, the path to the Astral Realm and the right to claim divinity awaits.

Raikai, a warrior forged in storms, wields the power of the Celestial Iron Body Cultivation, his flesh tempered into living steel. His Death Arms—twin scythes bound by chains—dance like a mythological dragon, crackling with lightning, capturing and tearing apart those who stand in his way.

Beside him stands Shinryu, swift and precise, blessed by the Celestial Tiger. His Death Arms, a pair of white leather gloves with retractable claws, strike with divine speed—every slash a whisper of the heavens’ fury.

Together, they ascend the path of blood and power, bound by brotherhood yet tested by fate. Their bond is their greatest strength, but in a world where the Death Arms grow with their wielders—feeding on their victories and failures—power often demands a terrible price.

As the 10,000-year Reset begins, ancient titans stir, forgotten sects rise from the shadows, and primordial beasts long thought extinct awaken. The heavens will bear witness as Raikai and Shinryu defy the gods—or die trying.

In an age where flesh is reforged into iron and weapons evolve alongside the soul—two brothers will challenge destiny itself!

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As the Azure Dragon Clan's great hall filled with the presence of its strongest warriors, an air of expectation settled over the gathered elite. The doors swung open, and Torra Zhen, the Patriarch of the Ancient White Tiger Clan, stepped inside. His presence alone commanded attention—a mountain of a man, his golden eyes sharp and unwavering, the pressure of his aura making even seasoned warriors tense.

His arrival had been announced in the lands long before he reached the heart of the clan, as no White Tiger moved in secrecy unless they wished it.

Seated on a grand throne of carved obsidian, Shin Rai chuckled, rising to greet his equal. "Torra Zhen, you old beast. You certainly know how to make an entrance."

Torra smirked, stepping forward as the two patriarchs clasped forearms, the simple motion sending out a shockwave that rattled the hall.

"I had to see if your bones still had some strength left in them," Torra replied, his voice like rolling thunder.

Laughter followed, but it was clear to all that this was more than a mere visit. The air grew heavy as Shin Rai gestured toward the gathered warriors. "You've come at an opportune time. I was about to announce a decision that will change the course of this era."

Torra nodded, stepping forward. "Then allow me to stand beside you as we declare it."

The hall fell into absolute silence.

Shin Rai's voice boomed. "From this day forth, the Azure Dragon Clan and the Ancient White Tiger Clan will stand as one with the Phoenix Cry Empire. We will no longer act as separate forces in this Great Collapse but move with purpose, forging a path that no power can deny."

Torra Zhen stepped forward, his voice equally powerful. "Our clans have stood independent for generations, bowing to no one. This is not submission—it is strategy. We will not be caught in the schemes of the lesser sects nor torn apart by petty politics. This is an alliance of strength, forged by warriors, for warriors."

The gathered elites murmured, some eyes widening at the weight of such words. A true alliance between the three great forces was unheard of.

Shin Rai turned his gaze toward his son. "To prove this alliance is real, Raikai and Shinryu will return with Xue Mor to the Phoenix Cry Empire. Let them be the living proof that our forces move as one."

Torra Zhen followed, adding, "And in preparation for the coming chaos, we will send the next generation's strongest warriors to train within the Death Nights. There, the true monsters will be forged."

The Death Nights. A place where only the most fearless dared to tread. A battlefield hidden in the shadows, where survival meant more than just skill—it meant becoming something more than human.

Shin Rai smirked, watching the crowd absorb the weight of their words. "The weak will fall. The strong will rise. And our alliance will shape the fate of the Mortal Realm."

As the meeting ended, Xue Mor, Raikai, and Shinryu stood beneath the night sky, the reality of their next steps settling in.

Raikai stretched, cracking his neck. "Death Nights, huh? Sounds like fun."

Xue Mor rolled her eyes. "You think everything sounds like fun."

Shinryu, arms crossed, watched the stars above. "It won't be easy. The Death Nights will push us further than anything before."

Xue Mor smirked. "Then we'll just have to prove why we're the ones leading this generation."

Raikai grinned. "Heh. Now that, I can agree with."

The night wind howled, carrying their silent promise to the unknown.

The path ahead would be brutal. But they were ready.

A Pact Sealed in Power