The Hidden Truth of His Power

Despite his rapid evolution, Krish still did not fully understand what was happening to him. The strength, the endurance, the unnatural resilience—these were not mere signs of physical conditioning. It was something far beyond human limits.

It wasn't until one night, when he tested his full strength, that he realized the horrifying truth.

Standing before a thick, ancient boulder—one that even the strongest warriors would struggle to break—Krish clenched his fist. He inhaled sharply and, with a single punch, struck the rock.

The explosion was deafening.

The boulder shattered into dust, obliterated as if struck by a force beyond comprehension. The ground beneath his feet cracked from the sheer force of impact. Krish stared at his hand, not a single wound or bruise in sight.

He knew then.

This was no ordinary strength.

The meat of Nyxar, the Phantom Dread, and Vaelthar, the Abyss Coil—beasts of legend—had transformed him. Their magic, embedded deep within their very cells, had been absorbed into his body. For any magic wielder, consuming such creatures would be a death sentence—their magic would reject the foreign energy, leading to destruction from within.

But Krish was different. He had no magic to reject the energy. His body had accepted it completely, fusing the power of the beasts into his very bones, his muscles, his blood.

He had become something the world had never seen before.

A warrior beyond the laws of magic.

A force that defied all logic.

And soon, the world would know his name.

The Brutal Training Begins

Days turned into weeks, and Krish dedicated himself to a relentless and unforgiving training regimen. The newfound power that surged within him was intoxicating, but he knew raw strength alone was not enough. If he wanted revenge—if he wanted to erase every last one of those who laughed at his father's death—he needed to become more than strong. He needed to become unstoppable.

Krish no longer trained like an ordinary warrior. He trained like a beast, tearing his body apart every single day to push himself beyond human limitations. His body had absorbed the essence of the legendary beasts, and now he had to learn how to wield it properly.

At dawn, he would sprint through the dense forest for hours, moving faster and faster until the wind stung his skin. He forced himself to climb the tallest trees with only his hands, gripping the rough bark until his fingers bled. He would then hurl himself from the heights, testing his reflexes by landing on unstable terrain, learning how to adjust his body mid-air. He fought against the elements, standing under waterfalls for hours, letting the crushing force of water test his endurance.

Pain became his closest companion. He welcomed the ache in his muscles, the bruises on his knuckles, the cuts on his arms. Every wound was proof that he was evolving. He no longer felt fear—he was fear.