The Trial of Elements

Arin stood tall, his heart still racing with excitement from the previous trial. He had overcome the dragons and emerged victorious, earning him a boost in cultivation realm and mage level, as well as a fragment of memory from the Sovereign profound arts.

Before the trial, Arin was at the Seventh Realm and Seventh Level of cultivation. But after defeating the dragons, his cultivation realm and mage level rose to the Eighth Realm and Eighth Level.

But he knew that the next trial would be even more challenging. The Trial of the Elements was said to be a test of adaptability, strategy, and raw power. Arin would need to face the fury of the elements themselves, harnessing their energy and bending them to his will.

Erebus nodded, his eyes serious. "Are you ready to begin the next trial, Arin?"

Arin nodded, his jaw set in determination. "I'm ready."

With a wave of his hand, Erebus summoned the elements. The air around Arin began to churn and swirl, as if the very fabric of reality was being torn apart.

The first element to manifest was earth, a massive boulder of granite rising from the ground and hurtling towards Arin. He raised his hand, and a blast of magical energy struck the boulder, shattering it into a thousand pieces.

The second element to manifest was water, a towering wave of blue-green liquid crashing down on Arin. He conjured a wall of flame to block the wave, the fire dancing across the surface of the water as the two elements clashed.

The third element to manifest was wind, a fierce gust of air that threatened to blow Arin off his feet. He summoned a vortex of energy to counter the wind, the two forces swirling together in a mad dance.

Finally, the fourth element to manifest was fire, a blazing inferno of flames that threatened to consume Arin. He raised his hand, and a wave of icy energy struck the flames, tempering them and bending them to his will.

As the trial raged on, Arin began to tire. The elements were relentless, pounding him with wave after wave of fury and power. But he refused to give up, drawing upon the power of the Sovereign bloodline to fuel his determination.

And then, in a burst of inspiration, he remembered the Sovereign Gate. With a fierce cry, he activated the profound art, channeling the power of the elements into himself.

The earth stabilized, the water calmed, the wind died down, and the fire burned with a fierce, controlled intensity. Arin stood tall, his eyes blazing with power and determination.

The trial was over. Arin had emerged victorious, his strength and power unmatched. He opened the third box, and a surge of energy flooded through him. His cultivation realm and mage level rose to the Ninth Realm and Ninth Level.

Arin's eyes widened in awe as he realized the true extent of the Sovereign bloodline's power.