Izatt

Aziz, a young orphan, had always known there was something different inside him. Despite the achievements and the luxury that surrounded him, he felt empty — as if something essential was missing.
On a silent night, lost in thought, he fell asleep in search of answers.
Little did he know that would be his last night in this world.


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The True Ascension

In fact, it had grown even more intense.

The air of the newly made clearing, scarred by their battle, trembled with the clash of wills.

Aziz and the Alpha wolf moved in a deadly rhythm, each strike and dodge shaped by instinct, experience, and pure determination.

Black claws, long and gleaming with blue mana, sliced through the space like living blades.

Aziz's sword, wrapped in the Amplification Enchantment, met each strike, its silver edge cutting through the air with surgical precision.

The sound of the impacts echoed like dry thunder, vibrating through the ground, crawling up the roots, and climbing the tree trunks.

With every collision, leaves fell, dust rose, and small fragments of wood burst like shrapnel.

Aziz already bore deep scratches on his arms, long cuts along his sides, and a fresh tear on his left shoulder.

The True Alpha [02]