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The blade fell from the sky like the wrath of the gods. Violent, unrelenting, scorching the air to blinding white. The arena trembled under the weight of that single technique. Thalos' fiery sword tore through space, leaving behind a blazing scar in the sky—as if it intended to split the very earth.

And Calista... didn't move an inch.

She closed her eyes.

Her breathing slowed, as if she had suddenly detached from her body and drifted into another world. The space around her blurred. Sound vanished. Time itself seemed to grind to a halt.

In that spiritual depth, a single flower floated.

A lotus—majestic, glowing with inner light, slowly blooming in the void. Eight petals. Each one quivered gently, as if sensing her presence. Her Qi resonated with the flower, flowing through her body like a calm river.

This was the Chamber.

This was the heart of her path.