Eren's muscles ached as he dragged himself to his feet, still glaring at Azar. The man's laughter echoed through the clearing, a constant reminder of the gulf between their abilities.

"Come on, kid," Azar said, his grin never faltering. "You've got to admit, that was pretty funny."

Eren gritted his teeth, but the absurdity of the situation finally broke through his anger. A reluctant chuckle escaped his lips as he watched the baby griffith struggle to free itself from the bush.

"Here, let me help you out, little one," Eren said, carefully approaching the trapped creature. With gentle hands, he untangled the griffith from the branches, lifting it out of the bush. The small creature chirped gratefully, nuzzling against Eren's chest as he petted its soft feathers.

Suddenly, a loud screech from above caught their attention. An adult griffith circled overhead, its wings casting a shadow over the clearing.

"Looks like someone's mother is worried," Azar remarked, his expression softening.

Eren nodded, giving the baby griffith one last gentle pat before lifting it up. "Time to go home, little guy," he said. The baby griffith spread its tiny wings, and with a bit of encouragement from Eren, it took flight, wobbling slightly before gaining altitude and joining its mother in the sky.

As they watched the griffiths fly away, Azar's demeanor shifted. "You know, Eren, there's a reason I'm pushing you so hard. The world outside these woods is changing, and not for the better."

Eren's interest piqued. "What do you mean?"

Azar sighed, his usual playfulness replaced by a serious tone. "The balance of power across all the realms is shifting. It's not just about our kingdom or even the Magic Kingdoms anymore. We're talking about a complex web of political structures that spans dimensions."

They reached a small clearing where several training dummies stood. Azar gestured, and the dummies sprang to life, animated by his magic.

"Let's start with our realm," Azar continued as Eren began his drills against the moving targets. "The Magic Kingdoms, as you know, are a confederation of sovereign states, each ruled by their own monarchs or councils. Your family's kingdom, the Valestrix, has long been a beacon of stability."

Eren's blade sliced through the air, his movements more fluid than ever. "And the other realms?"

Azar's eyes glinted. "Ah, that's where it gets interesting. The Murim is governed by their sects and clans , making decisions through a form of "democracy". The Elemental Domains operate under a strict meritocracy, where the most powerful elemental wielders rise to positions of leadership."

As Eren's sword connected with a dummy, shattering it, Azar nodded approvingly. "Then there's the Wonderlands, ruled by an oligarchy of ancient entities. And let's not forget the Divine Realm, where angelic bureaucracies manage the flow of divine energy."

Eren paused, absorbing the information. "And how do all these realms interact?"

"That's the crux of the matter," Azar said gravely. "Inter-realm politics is a delicate dance. Alliances shift, treaties are made and broken, and power plays occur on a scale that's hard to comprehend. Infact, Your progress hasn't gone unnoticed in this grand game."

Miles away, in the obsidian halls of the Astarias palace, a hooded figure knelt before an imposing throne. The figure, a spy, spoke in hushed tones.

"Your Majesty, I bring news from the Valestrix realm. The young prince, Eren Valestrix, has been training with... The Twilight Blade."

The figure on the throne leaned forward, his face twisted in a scowl. "The Twilight Blade? Azar? Are you certain?"

The spy nodded. "Yes, Emperor Vaelon. Our sources confirm it. The boy has been growing rapidly in power under his tutelage. It's said that The Twilight Blade has been training him on behalf of the Dark Emperor Soren Valestrix himself."

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Emperor Vaelon stood, his golden armor gleaming in the dim light. "Curse that Soren! First, he becomes the Dark Emperor, and now he's grooming his son to be just as formidable. This game between us grows more complex by the day."

The spy hesitated before continuing. "There's more, Your Majesty. Some say the boy might even surpass his father's potential."

Vaelon's fist clenched. "We cannot allow another Valestrix prodigy to threaten our plans. Increase surveillance. I want to know everything about this boy's training."

The emperor paused, then added, "What about Murim? Did the Wudang Sect respond yet?"

The spy shook his head. "Not yet, Your Majesty. We're still awaiting their reply."

Vaelon nodded grimly. "Keep me informed. And remember, the Awakening Ceremony is in three days. We must be prepared for anything."

As the spy bowed and retreated, Vaelon turned to the window, gazing out at the stormy sky. "So, Soren, you're making your move. This game of ours just got more interesting."

Back in the clearing, Eren collapsed to the ground, exhausted from his training. Azar sat beside him, his playful demeanor returning.

"Not bad, kid. You're getting stronger every day. That power, we've been working has finally manisfested. But remember, strength alone isn't enough. You need to understand the game being played around you."

Eren looked up at his mentor. "The game of realms?"

Azar's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Exactly. Where every move you make, every power you gain, shifts the balance across dimensions. And trust me, the other players are watching very closely."

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the clearing, Eren felt a weight settling on his shoulders. He was no longer just training for himself or his kingdom. He was training for the delicate balance of the realms themselves.

Azar stood, offering a hand to Eren. "Come on, let's call it a day. We've got three more days of non-stop training ahead of us before the Awakening Ceremony."

Eren took his hand, a determined glint in his eye. "I'm ready."

The next three days passed in a blur of intense training. Eren pushed himself to the limit, honing his skills under Azar's watchful eye. Each day brought new challenges, new techniques to master, and new heights of power to reach.

On the evening of the third day, as they sat by the campfire, Azar turned to Eren with a look of pride. "You know, kid, you've grown far faster than anyone I've ever taught. Now, about the Awakening Ceremony... there's been a change."

Eren raised an eyebrow. "What kind of change?"

Azar's expression turned serious. "Actually, they've changed it to an inter-realm ceremony, hosted in Astaria. It's a bit odd, to be honest. We assume they're trying to gain more allies, but you'll need to watch out for any hidden agendas."

Eren nodded, his brow furrowing. "That is strange. What do you think they're really after?"

Azar shrugged. "Hard to say. But in this game of realms, every move has multiple purposes. The ceremony is still a test of your abilities, a chance to forge alliances, and potentially awaken hidden powers. But now, with representatives from all realms, the stakes are even higher. It's not just a dangerous game of politics and power anymore – it's a multidimensional chess match."

The next morning, as the sun rose over the horizon, Eren found himself in a lavish carriage, escorted by a contingent of Valestrix guards. The journey to the Astarian Kingdom was long, giving him time to reflect on his training and prepare for the challenges ahead.

Eren turned to Azar, confusion evident on his face. "I don't understand. Why are we taking a carriage? Couldn't we just use a portal to Astaria?"

Azar's lips curved into a small, knowing smile. "Ah, Eren. Always so eager to rush ahead. There are several reasons we're traveling this way. First, it's a matter of diplomacy and caution. Astaria may not be our outright enemy, but they're certainly not our closest allies. Using their portals would put us at their mercy, subject to their jurisdiction and scrutiny."

Eren nodded slowly, beginning to understand. "So it's safer to travel by our own means?"

"Exactly," Azar confirmed. "Moreover, the journey itself is a statement. As a representative of the Valestrix kingdom and a participant in the Awakening Ceremony, your arrival is as much a part of the event as the ceremony itself. The caravan demonstrates our kingdom's power and your own status. Well either way , I won't be joining you , so i guess this is where we part."

As they approached the grand gates of the Astarian capital, Eren caught his first glimpse of the other attendees. Carriages and portals bearing the crests of various kingdoms, realms, and dimensions lined the streets, each more exotic than the last.

Azar's words echoed in his mind: "Remember, Eren, in the game of realms, every move counts. Show them what you've learned, but always keep something in reserve. The real test begins now."

With a deep breath, Eren stepped in the carriage, ready to face whatever the inter-realm Awakening Ceremony had in store for him. The game of realms was indeed in motion, and Eren Valestrix, son of the Dark Emperor Soren and pupil of the enigmatic Twilight Blade, was about to make his first move on the grand stage of multidimensional power and magic.