The Trails of Power

Arin stood tall, his heart pounding with excitement and nerves. He had accepted the council's decision to face the trials, and now he was ready to begin.

The council members led him to a large, circular platform, surrounded by a ring of flames. In the center of the platform stood a large, stone pedestal, with three small, intricately carved boxes on top.

"Arin, these are the Trials of Power," Erebus said, his voice solemn. "You must complete each trial in sequence, without rest or respite. Are you ready to begin?"

Arin nodded, his eyes fixed on the boxes. He could feel the power emanating from them, calling to him.

"The first trial is the Trial of the Bloodline," Erebus continued. "In this trial, you must stand in the midst of a pool of blood, surrounded by a mountain of bodies. You must face your own darkness, and emerge victorious."

Arin nodded, his heart racing with excitement. He was ready.

"I'm ready," he said, his voice firm.

Erebus nodded, his eyes serious. "Then let us begin."

With a wave of his hand, the platform began to glow with a fiery light. The air around Arin began to grow colder, and the flames surrounding the platform grew higher and more intense.

Arin took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the vision ahead. He could see the pool of blood, the mountain of bodies. He could feel the power of the bloodline calling to him.

With a fierce cry, he charged forward, into the heart of the vision.

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As Arin stood in the midst of the pool of blood, he felt the power of the bloodline coursing through him. He saw the mountain of bodies surrounding him, and he felt the weight of his own darkness.

But he refused to back down. He focused all his energy and concentration, using his powers to overcome the darkness and emerge victorious.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he felt the trial end. He opened his eyes, and saw the first box, glowing with a fierce, crimson light.

With a sense of triumph, Arin opened the box, and a surge of power flooded through him. His cultivation realm and mage level rose by three, to the Seventh Realm and Seventh Level. He felt his strength and speed increase, his senses grow sharper and more acute.

And as he opened the box, he received a fragment of memory, a flash of knowledge and power. It was the Void God's Non-Movement Step, a Sovereign profound art that allowed him to move instantaneously, without speed or time, to anywhere within his range of perception. It was as if he had always been there, and the distance between his original and final positions was nonexistent.

Arin's eyes widened in awe as he realized the true power of the Sovereign bloodline. He felt a sense of excitement and wonder, knowing that he had taken the first step towards becoming a true Sovereign.

But he knew that this was only the beginning. He had two more trials to complete, and he was ready to face them head-on.