An endless struggle to grow stronger—that was what this journey had become.
Atlas pushed forward, each step feeling heavier as he fought against the raging storm. The wind howled like a beast, savage and unforgiving, tearing at his body with fury. But it wasn’t just the wind anymore. The storm had fully come alive—a torrent of rain mixed with blinding flashes of lightning, each strike crashing into the ground with devastating power.
“Hell, please.” He gritted his teeth, trying to push through the chaos.
“I have a high affinity with Water. And I'm used to Lightning. This should be easy for me!”
But fate didn’t seem to care.
A blinding bolt of lightning struck the ground beside him. The sheer force of it sent him flying through the air, slamming his body into a cluster of jagged rocks. His back hit the stone hard, but he grit his teeth through the pain, forcing himself back to his feet.
Atlas steadied himself, his hands gripping the earth beneath him as he found his footing again. His gaze locked on the storm raging around him—this was his chance. The perfect opportunity to push himself beyond his limits, to accelerate his progress and complete the quest.
No backing down. No second-guessing!
He’d faced worse.
He’d endured relentless waves, storms of energy, brutal combat training.
This wasn’t new to him!
Atlas spun his spear. The crackling energy in the air began to respond, elemental particles weaving into his body, wrapping him in a thin current of golden lightning.
“Run,” he told himself, gripping his spear tighter. “Just run!”
He pushed forward, his pace quickening despite the storm’s brutal force and the occasional need to steady himself when a lightning strike crashed dangerously close.
But then—a familiar presence emerged at his side.
It was Kurogasa.
“I will accompany you, My Lord,” he said with a respectful bow.
Atlas grinned. “Let’s go!”
The two of them ran side by side, charging through the heart of the storm. Even so, Atlas couldn’t help but notice that Kurogasa was holding back, carefully matching his pace.
This was no ordinary run, yet it wasn’t as brutal as his volcanic terrain training. Back then, he’d stumbled blindly through molten rocks, stripped of all his senses, relying on pure instinct to survive. Here, it was different. Here, he could use his awareness—his focus—to navigate the chaos.
The challenge wasn’t blindness.
It was the storm itself.
The relentless rain that battered his body, the violent wind that howled from every direction, and the crashing lightning that struck without warning. It wasn’t just physical endurance—it demanded balance, sharp instincts, and adaptability.
And Atlas?
He was thriving.
With each step, he could feel it—the growth. His senses sharpened, his instincts heightened. The storm wasn’t a barrier to overcome. It was a gift.
It forced him to stay grounded while chaos raged all around him. It pushed him to adapt, to read the wind’s movement, to predict its sudden shifts, and to adjust his path accordingly. Every strike of lightning, every gust of wind—each was another test, another push toward mastery.
Atlas wasn’t just surviving the storm.
He was mastering it.
Who knows what kind of terrain he would face in the future? What kind of enemies would stand in his way?
This was the perfect chance to prepare. To test himself in the harshest conditions. To become the kind of warrior who could survive anything.
Atlas wasn’t just running to finish the training.
He was chasing perfection.
He intended to seize every challenge ahead—and master it!
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As the days passed, Atlas grew more confident with each step. His strides became steadier, his movements more fluid. He wasn’t just running through the storm anymore—he was becoming one with it. He had learned to move with the wind, to anticipate the sudden gusts, to dodge the relentless strikes of lightning that crashed into the ground around him.
And then there was the bird.
The same monster bird that had attacked him before. It swooped down from the swirling skies, its enormous wings slicing through the storm as it circled above him.
Atlas glanced up and grinned. Here we go again.
The bird dived sharply toward him, talons stretched, but he dodged with ease, skidding to the side as lightning illuminated the sky.
The interaction, strangely enough, felt… fun.
Was the bird toying with him? Testing him? Or perhaps, just maybe, it was playing with him.
The bird twisted mid-air and launched another attack, this time from an unexpected angle. Atlas spun his spear and deflected the strike with a precise parry, sending the creature spiraling off course.
It stumbled for a moment, battered by the raging winds, but quickly righted itself and soared back into the stormy skies.
Tough bird.
He smirked, wiping the rain from his face.
This one doesn’t give up easily.
Every day, the bird returned. And every day, it seemed to bring friends. Other monster birds joined in, swooping and diving as they took turns attacking him. Yet, the more they came, the more he grew to enjoy the challenge.
It was like a game.
And he loved it.
He laughed out loud as he dodged another attack, his voice carried away by the wind. The storm, the birds, the lightning—it all felt like a chaotic dance. A dance he was getting better at with each passing day.
The monster bird screeched in frustration after missing another attack.
Atlas twirled his spear, still grinning.
“You’ll have to do better than that!” he shouted through the storm.
Eventually, after one final clash, Atlas landed a solid blow on the bird’s side. The creature screeched, flapping its massive wings to gain altitude, retreating into the sky.
“Come back tomorrow, yeah?”
Until finally, on the tenth day, the notification he had been longing for appeared at last!
[Congratulations, Atlas!]
[You have successfully completed the second quest: "The Eye of the Storm."]
[You navigated the fierce winds and lightning hazards of the storm-filled path, demonstrating your ability to adapt and endure through elemental challenges.]
[You have further developed your synergy with lightning, enhancing your mobility and flow in battle. Your mastery over stormy conditions has improved stamina recovery and movement speed during prolonged engagements.]
[You have received 50,000 EXP awarded.]
[New Skill Unlocked: Epic - Lightning Step (Active Skill)]
[Description: Dashes forward using lightning energy, leaving a crackling trail that damages and slows enemies.]
[Effect:
Deals 80% damage to enemies in the path.
Slows enemies by 20% for 3 seconds]
[New Skill Unlocked: Epic - Tidecaller’s Flow (Passive Skill)]
[Description: Water and lightning abilities flow naturally, improving stamina recovery and movement speed when fighting in stormy or wet conditions.
[Effect:
Stamina Recovery: Increases stamina regeneration by 15% in stormy or water-filled environments.
Movement Speed: Increases movement speed by 10% when using water or lightning abilities.]
[You have received the next quest.]
[Third Quest: "Stormbinding Challenge"]
Atlas stood with labored breaths, his chest rising and falling heavily. The storm raged around him, but all he could focus on was the glowing notification before his eyes.
Finally, he had earned the rewards for his grueling training.
Two Epic-grade skills. At once.
His lips curled into a grin as he lifted his gaze toward Kurogasa, who stood patiently nearby.
Without wasting another second, Atlas spun his spear, the familiar weight comforting in his hands. Time to activate one of them.
“Lightning Step,” he commanded.
Immediately, a surge of energy flooded his body. His heart pounded faster, his blood felt electrified, and his muscles practically hummed with power. In an instant, his entire body felt lighter—faster—stronger.
Atlas stomped his foot against the rocky ground, and his body became a blur of motion, wrapped in crackling lightning. He shot forward like a streak of golden light, covering several meters in the blink of an eye. The wind howled in his ears, unable to keep up with his speed.
When he finally came to a stop, he glanced behind him, noticing the faint trail of crackling lightning left in his wake. It shimmered and sparked, fading slowly into the air.
He chuckled softly, his excitement barely contained.
The second skill was passive—one that would activate on its own under the right conditions. He didn’t need to trigger it manually.
“Congratulations, my Lord,” Kurogasa said, stepping closer with a respectful bow.
Atlas nodded, spinning his spear again, a spark of lightning crackling along its shaft.
“Let’s head back to camp. Let’s see how far the others have come.”
Kurogasa bowed again.
Atlas, unable to contain his excitement, activated Lightning Step once more. The sheer burst of speed filled him with exhilaration. He felt unstoppable.
This wasn’t just a mobility skill. It was a weapon.
With it, he could maneuver faster than most could react—the perfect tool for a close-range fighter like him. Positioning, closing gaps, dodging strikes—he could already imagine how it would change his combat style.
His arsenal was more complete now.
But he wasn’t done, yet.
There was still one more quest waiting for him. One more challenge that would push him even further. And if he completed it? He was certain he’d unlock something even more extraordinary.
But even beyond that…
The Dominion Skirmish loomed ahead.