SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

The night sky above the War God Temple was very colorful, indicating the arrival of Immortal Beast Spirit Gathering.

A large space at the periphery of the war god temple was occupied by the mansion of the 9 realm association. This one mansion became shelter for all the disciples from 8 realms and specially selected fighters by 9 realms association.

Inside the vast expanse of the treasure mansion, the central training hall, which itself spanned five miles, was filled to the brim with the elite—70,000 disciples from the 8 realms, along with specially selected individuals chosen by the 9 Realms Association.

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The air buzzed with a mix of tension and anticipation, as the disciples stood in perfect Lotus Chakra formation.

At the center of it all, Simon, the son of the 9 Realms Association's head, stood tall on his chariot, his presence was magnetic, drawing the eyes of all those present.

The 70,000 disciples surrounded him in 24 concentric circles, their legs crisscrossed in a complex pattern. Each disciple was equipped with powerful shields and weapons, specially provided by the association.

The entire Lotus Chakra Formation glowed with a mesmerizing array of rainbow colors, each layer distinguished by specific realm fighters. The colors shifted and flowed like a living organism, when the formation moved.

As the disciples interlocked their legs and formed tight chain circles, the formation became a near-impenetrable defense, like the petals of a lotus, each person tightly linked to the next. Occasionally, within the circles, powerful enchanted beasts like elephants and large evolved creatures stood, their presence adding to the might of the formation.

Above them all, Lila, flew on her tamed beast, her sharp eyes scanning every detail of the formation below. Her staff glowed with a faint light as she pointed out even the smallest errors, her voice sharp and commanding.

She circled the formation, her beast responding to her command, hovering just above the disciples as she conducted her inspection. Every slight misalignment, every minor flaw was swiftly corrected under her watchful gaze.

The Lotus Chakra Formation was set airtight. The treasure mansion's wizard guards ensured that no one from outside could witness this secret formation, keeping its intricacies hidden from prying eyes.

After several rigorous defensive trials against the formation, Lila finally felt satisfied. The defenses held strong, and the disciples performed admirably under pressure.

With the trials complete, Lila ascended higher into the air, her presence commanding silence from the thousands below. She raised her staff, and her voice echoed through the hall.

"As you all know, we cannot fly in the blessed land around the War God Temple where we will fight. So, you will face our enemies as they come—on foot, from the land only. Tomorrow is a fateful day, where you will witness the War God in his full glory. You have one task at hand- Not a single fly is to get past you."

Everyone made Aye sound with loud thumping.

"Your efforts will not be in vain," Lila continued, her voice rising with intensity. "You will receive double the rewards for your duty. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and I trust that none of you will disappoint. Rest well tonight, for tomorrow, you will unleash your power on the battlefield."

A loud shout erupted from the thousands of disciples, their collective voices reverberating through the hall. The atmosphere was charged with energy, a sense of purpose binding them together.

But just as Lila was about to dismiss them, Simon, who had remained silent throughout, suddenly rose into the air. His chariot lifted him effortlessly, and his imposing figure towered over the assembly. His eyes, cold and calculating, swept over the disciples below. A hush fell over the crowd as they sensed the shift in mood.

Simon's voice was harsh, cutting through the silence like a blade. "Let me make one thing clear," he began, his tone laced with warning. "Tomorrow is not just about following orders. It's about proving your worth. Any failure, any weakness, will not be tolerated. Those who falter will pay the price—personally."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

His words were met with uneasy murmurs. The disciples had heard tales of Simon's ruthlessness, and now, seeing him up close, they could feel the weight of his words pressing down on them.

Lila, still hovering on her beast, felt a pang of disappointment at Simon's heavy-handedness. His behavior clashed with the sense of unity she had tried to instill. But she remained silent, knowing full well Simon's status and the power he held. To challenge him openly would be unwise, especially now, on the eve of battle.

Simon's eyes narrowed as he took in the faces of the disciples, his gaze sharp and unforgiving. "Remember," he said, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper that carried through the hall, "I'll be watching."

With that, Simon descended back onto his chariot, his presence still looming large in the minds of those below. The tension in the hall was palpable, the weight of his warning settling heavily on the disciples.

Lila finally spoke, her voice a calming counterpoint to Simon's harshness. "Disperse and prepare." she said.

The disciples bowed in unison, and began to make their way out of the central training hall. As they filed out, Lila remained aloft, her mind racing with thoughts of the coming battle.

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In a secluded palace at the periphery of the war god temple…

Twelve disciples, handpicked by the Supreme Sword Magus himself, stood in a line, their expressions resolute as they awaited their master's final blessing.

The Supreme Sword Magus, his eyes sharp and discerning, moved down the line with deliberate steps. In his hands, he held a collection of treasure weapons, each one a masterpiece of craftsmanship, stored in the secret vault of their association for centuries.

These were not just weapons; they were legendary artifacts, each with a history soaked in blood and glory. With reverence, he handed one to each of his disciples, his stern gaze meeting theirs as they accepted the treasures with deep bows.

"We will not disappoint you, Master," they promised, their voices echoing through the hall.

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