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Chapter 383: Chiron Vs The Aura Gods
The runes, symbols of stolen divinity and power, glowed with a fierce desperation, each attempting to contain and harness the overwhelming force that now threatened to consume their bearer.
But Chiron’s body, a vessel of flesh and blood, was ill-equipped for the godlike energies he had so recklessly usurped. The very fabric of his being was not wrought for the burden of divinity, especially not one acquired through such unnatural means.
In this moment of apocalyptic realization, even Chiron, with his hubristic ambition and indomitable will, recognized the precipice upon which he teetered.
The divine power, a tempestuous maelstrom within him, pushed against the confines of his mortality with relentless force.
The possibility of implosion loomed large—a self-inflicted reckoning that would not only obliterate him but potentially wreak havoc on the world around him.
The terror of this imminent collapse, a catastrophic implosion of divine energy, etched itself across Chiron’s features.
The man who had sought to transcend his humanity, to wield the power of gods, now faced the ultimate irony: his own destruction by the very forces he had sought to dominate.
In this pivotal moment, Chiron was confronted with the immutable truth that some powers, particularly those divine and sacred, were not meant to be tampered with by mortal hands, lest they exact a price too colossal to comprehend.
In the midst of a crisis wrought by his own insatiable lust for power, Chiron, ever the architect of his destiny, recognized the precipice on which he teetered.
Amidst the carnage of his own making, as his body rebelled against the divine onslaught it could scarcely contain, a moment of clarity pierced the chaos.
“It would seem like I have to do that thing and douse the divine power a bit,” he murmured to himself, an admission of the peril he faced, yet imbued with a resolve that spoke of his unwillingness to capitulate to the forces he had unleashed.
The temple, freshly mended by his will, now served as the arena for his most audacious gambit yet.
*PLAT!*
Blood vessels on his skin burst open with alarming frequency, a gruesome spectacle of his body’s protest against the overwhelming power ravaging it from within.
Yet, with a determination that bordered on the fanatical, Chiron dragged himself to the temple’s heart, the epicenter of his recently wrought restoration and now, the stage for his desperate bid for salvation.
Seated at this nexus of power, Chiron embarked on a perilous internal journey, directing the maelstrom of divine energy coursing through him towards his dantians—repositories of his own formidable powers.
The Aura of Death Dantian within his head, and the Spirit Dantian nestled within his chest, became the focal points of his effort to transmute and contain the divine energy threatening to undo him.
His understanding of the divine essence’s malleability was his beacon in this storm; a principle that had enabled both the Vandorian soldiers to use the bear mother’s divine power, and Barbara to harness divine power. Now the cornerstone of his strategy for survival and ascension.
The conversion of divine energy into the specific essences of his dantians was a spectacle of both brilliance and horror.
As the energy complied, morphing into the required forms, it soon overwhelmed the confines of his spiritual and Aura reservoirs, threatening to spill over and wreak havoc.
Chiron, in a display of will that bordered on the superhuman, forced this excess energy to assault the barriers of his dantians, a brutal strategy aimed at achieving a breakthrough in power that would elevate him from the Copper rank to the Bronze—a leap of existential magnitude, akin to traversing from earth to the heavens.
The pain of this endeavor was indescribable. Each attempt to breach the walls of his dantians subjected his physical form to torment beyond mortal ken.
Chiron’s screams tore through the silence of the temple, a raw testament to the excruciating toll this process exacted on him. His voice, once commanding and sure, became ragged and hoarse, a mere shadow of its former strength.
Yet, surrender was a concept alien to his nature. The knowledge that such an opportunity for power ascension was a rarity fueled his resolve, pushing him to endure beyond the limits of endurance.
Gritting his teeth against the agony, Chiron persevered through the ordeal, a testament to his singular focus and determination. The process was a harrowing convergence of spiritual, physical, and divine forces, a crucible within which the very essence of his being was reforged.
Each surge of energy against the confines of his dantians was a gamble against the integrity of his existence, a balance between the pursuit of unparalleled power and the imminent threat of obliteration.
This moment, fraught with peril and pain, encapsulated the essence of Chiron’s journey—a relentless quest for ascension, marred by suffering and the specter of self-destruction. It was a dance on the knife-edge of ambition and survival, where every scream, every burst blood vessel, and every pulse of overflowing energy was a note in the symphony of his defiance against the limits of mortality.
Chiron’s audacious attempt to harness and contain the overwhelming deluge of divine energy reached a crescendo of torment and destruction within the sanctum of his very flesh.
The divine essence, unyielding and potent beyond measure, ravaged him without mercy. It infiltrated every muscle, every cell, leaving no aspect of his being untouched by its ferocious might. The cacophony of his bones fracturing under the strain reverberated through him, a gruesome symphony of his body’s protest against the forces it was never meant to wield. Yet, amidst this maelstrom of pain and destruction, Chiron’s resolve did not waver.
His journey to the center of the temple, to the very spot sacred to the priestess and pivotal to the temple’s divine conduit, was fraught with significance. This was the heart of the temple, where the priestess would commune with the divine, channeling the pure Aura energy that coursed through the veins of the mountain below. It was a place of power, of connection to the divine, and now, it served as the stage for Chiron’s desperate gambit.
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In a defining moment of audacity and defiance, Chiron summoned the full might of the aura runes etched into his very flesh. A vivid cascade of colors erupted from him, each rune igniting with the vibrant hues of the rainbow—reds of passion and power, yellows greens, purples, violets, oranges and blues.
This spectral display was not confined to Chiron alone; the temple around him responded in kind, its ancient runes awakening in a symphony of light, resonating with the force emanating from Chiron.
The statues of the gods, guardians of these sacred colors and elements, too, were illuminated, their visages bathed in the glow of their respective hues. Notably, the statue of the Blue aura god, long dormant, now shone brightly, a testament to the unprecedented nature of Chiron’s feat.
As this confluence of divine energies swirled around him, Chiron’s eyes became the epicenter of this cosmic storm, beams of rainbow light piercing the darkness of the temple. This spectacle was not merely a display of power; it was a declaration, a challenge to the very fabric of the divine order.
Then, the world around him faded, and Chiron found himself thrust into an ethereal void, a realm of darkness where the rules of mortals held no sway. Here, in this liminal space, he was confronted by entities of immense stature and majesty—seven figures arrayed before him, each exuding an aura of divine authority and power that could dwarf mountains and churn seas.
Their attire glittered with the opulence of gold, a reflection of their celestial status. These were not mere visions; these were the gods themselves, beings of such profound essence that their gaze alone could crush spirits.
To Chiron, however, their looks of disdain were all too familiar—a mirror to the scorn he had faced in his own village, a reflection of his life as an outcast, a Tamashi.
But where others might have quailed under the weight of divine contempt, Chiron’s resolve only hardened. His laughter, bold and defiant, echoed in the void, a sound of challenge and rebellion.
“Mark my words, gods, one day, I shall come for all your thrones,” he proclaimed, his voice a clarion call of defiance against the heavens.
The gods’ response was immediate, a collective effort to quash this mortal audacity. A crushing pressure descended upon Chiron, an attempt to obliterate him, to extinguish his defiance with the overwhelming might of the divine. Yet, in this moment, Chiron stood undaunted, a lone mortal against the pantheon, his spirit unbroken.
As the gods sought to crush him, Chiron’s defiance was his shield, his audacity his weapon. This moment encapsulated his rebellion against destiny, against the divine order itself.
It was a declaration that no throne was beyond reach, no power unattainable. In this trance, Chiron was not merely a challenger; he was the embodiment of mortal ambition, a herald of destructive change in the cosmic order.
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