Awakening gods legacy.

As he was rethinking on the fight that happened earlier in the day, his thoughts finally landed in the book that Hazel had given him.

Aamon took the book out and used analytical eye on it to obtain information about it....

The result made his eyes widen in shock and surprise.

[Inheritance Book : Skill -Awakening]

[Description : Everything has limits, Everything has hidden properties, Everything has Shackles, Everything has dark side.

The skill awakening is used to awaken anything, Your imagination is the limit to the things you can do with this skill.

This skill is the part of the Awakening legacy]

[Awakening legacy : the legacy of the awakening origin god, Consists of 7 parts, The awakening blood, The awakening skill, The awakening physique, The awakening will, The awakening manifestation, The awakening Armour, The awakening weapon]

Aamon was stunned.

He didn't even know how high the level of the so called Awakening god was, Atleast higher than anything the Kingdom of Erylis had seen before, As aamon was planning on what to do next, A notification inturrupted him.

[Genesis platform Announcemet : The 7 parts of the Awakening Awaken ing Origin gods legacy have been found, THe ritual has began..]

[Personal notification : It is sensed that you have a part of the awakening gods legacy, would you like to hear the final message of the awakening god?]

[Yes/ No]

[NOTE : Fighting is not allowed in the Secret realm]

Aamon took a deep breath.

looks like he was in deep shit, but his mind suddenly opened up a new path of discovery for him.

He cleard his mind and clicked yes.

Aamon felt the space around him shift and churn as he landed into a new space.

As he was recovering from the spacial displacement, He saw an oldman looking at him with a gentle look.

Before Aamon could speak, the oldman started speaking,

"Let me speak first, this is my remnant soul, I have been awakened six time before, today was the seveth time, which means that my complete legacy has been found.

Before you tink you are in danger, let me tell you that once you die, My legacy item that has been bind to you will be destroyed along with you"

Saying that he turned back to Aamon, his silhouette becominnmore and more vague, he sai someth ing but Aamon only felt that it was a warning, nothing more.

Seeing that Aamon was unable to hear it, the oldman sighed before saying, "you cultivation is insufficient to learn the truth yet..."

Finally, the oldmans silhoutte compoletely dissappeared.

Aamon opened his eyes and found himself in an arena.

There were 10 mechanical puppets standing before him.

Their gears started to spin, Aamon understood that it was going to be a ahrd fight.

Aamon inhaled slowly. The air in the arena was dry and filled with the scent of rust.

The puppets didn't move — yet something about their posture warned him that waiting wasn't an option, The sound of gears slowly turning didnt help much either.

He shifted his weight, his blade aldready covered in mana coat, strengthened and battle ready. The moment his boots scraped the floor, the puppets started to reacted.

The worst thing is that All ten moved at once.

The closest came in with a wide horizontal slash. Aamon ducked under it, came up with a twist, and carved a diagonal cut across the puppet's chest. Wood splintered. It didn't scream — just staggered, After all, its a puppet.

The puppets arms were jerking like a broken marionette.

Another charged.

Aamon parried the incoming blade, His mana coated steel against a barely used rusting iron blade, The winner was easy to tell at a glance...

But...The puppet's strength was unnatural. It didn't tire, didn't hesitate. Aamon redirected the blade and kicked the puppet square in the chest, sending it skidding back.

He didn't have the luxary to dilly-dally in this situation,Hia stamina was runnng out. He flicked his wrist and cast:

"Ignis!"

A fireball burst from his palm and exploded in the space between two incoming puppets. The blast threw them back — scorched, but not destroyed.

13 fireballs left.

His Vital energy was only enough to cast 13 more fireballs, he had to make every single fireball count and ..

He damn would.

Aamon exhaled through gritted teeth, already spinning to meet the next attacker. Sword met sword. Sparks flew out. The puppet pressed, its strikes relentless, mechanical.

Aamon matched the rhythm — then broke it. He slid to the side, caught the puppet off balance, and drove his blade through its back.

One down.

He turned just in time to meet two more — synchronized slashes aimed for his head and legs. Aamon leapt over the low strike and twisted mid-air, his sword slicing a shallow line across one puppet's head.

He landed, stumbled, rolled. Came up with a swipe that split the puppet's knee. It collapsed. Aamon finished it with a stab through the neck.

Two down. Eight remain.

They regrouped quickly — flanking again. No emotion. No hesitation.

This time Aamon didn't wait.

He surged forward, locked blades with one puppet, and with his free hand, cast:

"Ignis!"

The fireball exploded against its chest — point blank.

Wood and metal flared into ash. The puppet toppled, torso shattered.

Three down. 12 fireballs left.

But the cost was high — The sword in his hand was still trembling from the blast impact.

He was breathing harder now. Sweat beaded on his brow. His back ached where a glancing blade had cut through leather and drawn blood.

He wiped it away. He couldn't afford to bleed now, Pain is only a disraction.

The circle closed again. Seven figures remained. No fear. No fatigue. No mercy.

And Aamon was very, very human.

They came in waves now.

Aamon's legs burned from constant motion, but he didn't let them stop. He pivoted as a puppet lunged, catching its sword on his guard. The blow rang through his bones. He twisted, let the weight carry it past him, and countered with a horizontal slash.

The puppet's head went flying — spinning once before landing silently.

Four down.

He turned — another already mid-swing. Too close to block. He dropped low, slid under the attack, and as he rose behind the puppet, he stabbed it clean through the spine. It spasmed violently, arms flailing, and crumpled to the floor.

Five down.

Two more charged. He braced — then feinted left and sprinted right.

They followed.

Perfect.