> The heavens wail, the earths shake. The divine command of his dowse.

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Tyrai looked across from himself at his now reawakened Ghouling adversary, contemplating the latter’s current state.

Something is…off. He voiced in his mind, taking a small step backwards.

"Back from the dead already, are we?” He asked rhetorically.

But Wok's response was one of silence, thus bringing Tyrai to an unchangeable conclusion. I was right.

"Could've sworn you'd be halfway through the Pearly Pass by now.”

“Yeah, guess you were!” Wok said brightly. “You must've underestimated those possibilities of mine.”

“In any case, I was wrong. Meaning…,” siad Tyrai, squatting slightly in preparation to charge.

He charged at Wok with the dagger still in his grasp, jointly amplifying his speed in the aim to hasten the connection of his onrush.

But just as he seemed to land the attack, he swept through absolutely nothing, realizing that Wok had repositioned himself long before he attacked, whereas the Ghouling now stood behind him as their backs faced each other.

Then both swiftly turned to front themselves naturally, and Wok was still gleefully smiling, while Tyrai observed him with caution.

"Hm? Is your newfound second wind taking you a bit too far…?" “I wonder…”

“But I guess it means…our battle can carry on!” Tyrai proclaimed, procuring another weapon from thin air, this time a sword with one edge being jagged and a frilled guard.

"Huh? Is that so? Maybe it is. Oh, it is!,” exclaimed Wok, looking to the sky with an ecstatic simper and his arms spread out wide, beginning to laugh after a while.

What's with this dude? He acts as if-no…

My "killing" him…it's doped him out, thought Tyrai as he still observed Wok, who carried on gazing upward with unshackled fervor.

But he wasted not another moment, quickly rushing at the Ghouling once again, gyrating as he neared him for greater force upon his strike. Regardless, I need to end this battle as soon as possible.

But just as had happened before, Wok repositioned himself at his opponent’s rear once again.

Something is off…, Tyrai thought once again.

《In this very moment, a vestigial part of this "omnikinetic" entity was reanimated…》

Now floating with his head towards the ground, he began forming a small marble of white energy at the tip of his three central fingers, with the other two being folded.

《With his eyes now chalantly reopened, to the greater possibilities innumerable.》 《Recalling all his lost thoughts, and unleashing all his hidden might.》

That's-!, minded Tyrai.

Wok then beamed widely. ~Meridian Power: Pure White.~

Wok fired the marble at Tyrai, who in quick spontaneity managed to block it with his weapon.

But that did nothing more than to protect him from the full brunt, as he was still pushed back, and sent crashing into and destroying an islandic plateau on the surface of this supergiant. Which in turn brought about a pressure wave that cleared away the surrounding mil of cubic kilometers.

Tyrai struggled to recover for a moment, for not only was the attack unexpected, but he hadn’t predicted such magnitude either.

Wok continued to float alongside slowly rising higher and higher into the air in a recline.

And on his face was still that expression of elation, a smile without a care.

Tch! At this rate, what was foresaw about this guy will come to pass. Tyrai apprehended, wondering the ways he could rectify the issue. Then again…

Meanwhile, Wok, still as ecstatic as before, looked up as he still floated midair, looking at all that was around him.

And he would undergo a lengthy train of thought. Ah. What is this?

This feeling of resuscitated bliss. Maybe this is the nectar of multiple previous slumbers. Have incarnations of old felt this…?

Tyrai watched from a distance, still wary of his opponent's current state. Currently, his mental detachment from all else is so great…his level of threat has risen far above unprecedented levels. Far above previous proceedings.

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In that case! He created chains, made of one of the most durable metals in all known dimensions.

He then attached it to his dagger, which he had made bigger, and coated it all in a mixture of energies.

Distance and state of mind are my current advantages! He thought, spinning the dagger via the length of the chains. “All things I have been assigned…I can handle!”

But even deeper in his psyche, another thought rang. Something is definitely off.

He swung the weapon at a Wok still in his state of ecstasy.

But the Ghouling noticed, quickly swiveling away to avoid it.

Tyrai made the dagger rebound, attempting to strike Wok from the opposite direction, whilst also using other abilities to distort his senses.

Even still, there was no effect on the Ghouling, who simply ducked away again with growing sobriety.

Ah…I see… He thought, as his mind now slowly reentered the battlefield.

Crap! I'm out of time, thought Tyrai, still giving his current all to land a blow Wok.

Something's off.

Suddenly, Wok cusped a hand, gathering mass amounts of vigor in it.

He released a blast of ki at Tyrai, who fared well enough to evade.

Wok followed up by creating nearly a thousand large crystals, each of these seemingly resonating and glowing with energy of astronomic ardor.

Meridian Power: Full-color. Grand blasts of energy were propelled from the crystals, all en route to Tyrai's vicinity.

They looked to have been fruitful, as a total area of two mil klicks on the surface would be bombarded with multiple consecutive blasts, leaving massive explosions in the wake of the assault.

Eyes were kept on the ensuing battle, with murmurs of the proceedings, wondering now if the end had arrive.

Wok completed a full observatory revolution, seeing Tyrai at a good distance from the zone of destruction.

So, he teleported, huh?

He himself also transposed into the space above that area.

The brace looked at each other from their respective elevations for a while in complete silence.

Wok concluded the silence with a simple smile.

"Bastard. You really are a demon. Even more than I was told.” Tyrai replied with a troubled smile.

Wok stopped smiling upon hearing those very words, pausing for a brief moment.

"I'm not a demon. (That's unfair to me.)” He replied calmly.

"You see, I am more so someone who has exceeded. Exceeded visions and mind. So much so…my psyche is now in a different zone altogether…"

Words that brought a stun to Tyrai, who intensified his glare.

"Tell me. With all you’ve seen, of all the vast possibilities of mortals in all of the Cosmic Soil and beyond, why am I the one called…a Grandmaster?" He asked.

Wok entered a minor monologue in his mind. To all those I can't recall, I'm sorry.

But right now, I am at a great peace. A bliss that allows me resonate…

In due time, I will uncover and recover all I need to. But for now, me, this me…

The seeker of that ascendance…and all, and everything…feels perfect. He lifted his right arm up to a decent height, leaving it slightly wide open, and left his left arm down, but slightly curled and well opened, and with both hands opened with a few connected fingers being, as his ponytail swayed about behind him. And with a casual smile, he proclaimed ever so conclusively. "Because of Earth and of Heaven...I, and only I, am the Hallowed Enlightened.”

"Ah?" Tyrai responded, with a tone of a mixture of intrigue, and a little bit of worry.

"Now…,” said Wok, as he held his right hand which was folded, with his middle, index and thumbs elevated above the other fingers, forming a conglomerate of all his Meridian powers as a pellet of green, pink and yellow energy, enveloped by a purplish ambiance, and inducing it to spiral inwards.

"Bring it on!" Tyrai exclaimed while still ignoring his thoughts, preparing for defense with a forcefield and his weapon.

~Meridian Power: Totality~. From the completely inward-spun pellet, Wok flickered his hand open, propelling a wave of energy which seemed to plough through Tyrai's left side. A wave that had absolutely erased whatever was in its path, including the forcefield, and chains.

Tyrai entered one last train of thought. Something's off.

I ignored whatever my innermost self echoed. And for that…I lost brutally. Amidst his thoughts, he had incurred a large bleeding cavity on his left side, and even his arm was detached from the rest of his form.

He held said cavity, looking down somberly.

Wok placed his feet upon the ground after floating back down.

"Well…that was a rather dim ending,” said Yurupt in a bored tone, in the midst of David, Kuroko, and Umbra, who just surveyed what would happen from then onwards.

"Well?," inquired Wok, still very sober in his mood.

Tyrai continued to look down, still in thought.

He smiled a little, looking up to face Wok, as some blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

He looked down yet again for the final time. "I…lose…" He said in a lower tone.

《A battle of high-intensity. With an ending of pure sobriety.》

Dgiag announced Wok the winner, which just as usual would receive an assortment of responses.

And though greatly skeptical, many of Wok's allies were visibly glad to see him proceed to the next stage.

Meanwhile, both he and Tyrai were being treated by the Jmlehvu, and subsequently teleported away.

Dgiag, within the Field once again, signaled to Tōmii to spin the wheels again, as the eyes of many watched on enthusiastically, hoping towards another great contending.

But in the corners of the Coliseum’s stands did a shadowy figure onlook everything, with great interest and a sinister red stare…

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