Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3018

A low hum rang out. Then, under everyone's gaze, a golden arc-shaped energy barrier suddenly expanded from the center of the black and violet explosion.

It was like the blazing sun falling from the sky, radiating light in all directions.

"This…" Waylon raised his hand, instinctively shielding himself from the blinding light. His figure retreated again and again through the air.

At the same time, Kaelen also retreated several steps to ensure his safety.

Only Christopher, Marcato, Raiden, and Mendyl remained where they were. Even so, their expressions all tightened at once.

Mendyl's voice changed with alarm. "Wyrmhelm, are you telling me Reginald is on the verge of becoming a demigod?"

To be "Beyond Mortal Limits" meant you were top of the food chain. But you still played by the world's rules.

A true god? That would be off the board, and they made their own rules, the ultimate cheat code.

Then again, it was all just labels, stories we tell about power. If real gods existed, the one they pray to in the Lomuia Grand Cathedral would have descended long ago to punish the world.

By the current hierarchy of martial power, what corresponded to a "True God” was referred to as Transcendent.

It stood one full level higher than "Beyond Mortal Limits" and represented the absolute peak of life itself.

Martial Emperor, Martial God, Beyond Mortal Limits, and Transcendent were the four final, definitive stages of the martial path.

The "demigod" Mendyl mentioned meant someone with one foot already stepping into the realm of Transcendent.

Christopher said nothing, only staring intently at that increasingly blazing sun, his expression growing darker and uglier. Finally, with a thunderous explosion, a golden storm swept away all the previous darkness and gloom.

At the center of the golden storm, Reginald's gaze swept out like a physical force, sharp and brilliant as polished steel, cutting through the chaos around him.

Reginald descended like a god of war, launching into a ruthless slaughter with cold indifference in his eyes.

"Wyrmhelm, I'm in a hurry to enter the Veiled Paradise, and I have no time to deal with you right now. But one day, you'll die by my hand, or by Andrew's. Not only you, but Guillermo as well. None of you will meet a good end."

The great battle erupted in full force.

Marcato and the others said nothing more and began fighting head-on against Reginald. Christopher was right; the Dark Clans absolutely could not allow Reginald to grow any stronger.

The smile vanished from Mendyl's beautiful face as he waved his hand, unleashing a tide of blood-red energy.

Raiden looked even more grim. With Reginald's current strength, the Ludendorff family was no longer a match for him. This gave Raiden an unprecedented sense of crisis.

Andrew hid below among the crowd beside the abyss.