I sighed deeply, my heart pulsating with anticipation, recognizing the urgent need to better control my emotions. The lie, a delicate dance I was learning to perform, became increasingly challenging. Moving my fingers in front of my face, I transformed them into mist, a tangible representation of the complexity of the web I was weaving.

I continued my journey through the sect's corridors, an imposing structure filled with unknown secrets and rituals. A balcony provided a breathtaking view of a vast garden, where students wearing distinct robes from those I had seen earlier moved in their own dynamic. A clear division marked the threshold between the outer and inner core, an enigma that my curiosity sought to decipher.

Deciding to explore further, I descended the stairs towards the garden. My steps echoed in the silent corridors, a foreigner seeking to understand the codes of a distant society. As I approached the group of students, their murmured voices became audible, but the language barrier still isolated me amid their unfamiliar dialogues.

Upon reaching the garden, I encountered a peculiar atmosphere. Exotic flowers bloomed in meticulously tended beds, and the serenity of the environment contrasted with the unrest I felt. Some students cast curious glances at me, while others avoided eye contact, feeding the aura of segregation that permeated the place.

"I, the Fallen from the Sky, do not belong to these cores," I murmured to myself, recalling the irony of my celestial mission placing me in a solitary position. I looked to the skies, lost in thought, as questions danced in my mind like stars in orbit.

I decided to approach a small group of students who seemed less reluctant to interact. A dark-haired young woman stood out among them, casting me a curious yet unaverted gaze.

The atmosphere pulsed with perplexity as I stood before the students, my speech echoing like a confounding enigma. The language flowing from my lips sounded like an alien symphony, unable to penetrate the linguistic barrier that separated us. Nevertheless, my confident expression and the nuances of my actions captured their attention.

"You, inhabitants of what I call Earth, do not understand a single word from Paradise itself," I proclaimed, smiling as if the words were a secret delight reserved only for me. The bewilderment stamped on the faces of the students fueled my amusement as I explored the gap between our understandings.

I decided to give them a glimpse of my power, a demonstration that would transcend linguistic barriers. With a graceful gesture, I dissolved my hand into mist, only to reform it before them, intertwining my fingers in an ethereal play. A reaction of surprise and fascination swept through the group, and I savored each expression as a tribute to my presence.

However, the most intriguing response came from a bold young man, whose smile carried the fiery gleam of challenge. With a snap of his fingers, he summoned flames that engulfed his body in an incandescent dance. It was evident that he wanted to impress me, to prove that Earth also possessed extraordinary gifts.

I faced him with a raised eyebrow, accepting the implicit challenge. With a conspiratorial smile, I commanded my mist to transform. It resonated in volcanic tones, morphing into a cascade of lava made of ethereal vapor. My body, now enveloped in a chain of flaming mist, emitted a heat that transcended the illusion of reality.

Silence filled the space as we observed each other, each displaying our unique nature. The misty lava danced around me, while the flames of my young rival pulsed with intensity. The audience of students, initially static, was now enveloped in an atmosphere charged with expectation, awaiting the unfolding confrontation between two beings whose elements seemed to merge.

Finally, maintaining my smile, I murmured in my own language, which echoed like a mysterious melody: "Now, tell me, son of flames, what else do you hide beneath the surface of the unknown?" It was a provocation, an invitation to explore together the boundaries of the inexplicable.

The young man, captivated by the unusual display, responded in his native language, words that I could feel reverberating in my mind without fully understanding them. Nevertheless, the transcendental exchange of powers had established a peculiar connection between us, a language beyond conventional linguistic barriers.

The dilemma echoed in my mind, a dilemma of power that carried the capacity for death. The mist around me, a mutable and unpredictable entity, could be a lethal tool, but I hesitated to explore its darker facets. While pondering the impact of my actions, I extended my arms, dissolving the flames dancing around me into myself. The mist reassumed its dark steel-gray hue, revealing my choice to step back from the demonstration of lethal power.

However, the atmosphere around me pulsated with a different energy, an impending challenge. The young man, driven by an inner flame of courage or perhaps recklessness, yearned for a confrontation. I realized I wouldn't be able to escape the looming clash and prepared myself to face the proposed challenge.

His strike came swiftly, a manifestation of his determination to test the boundaries of the unknown. I phased through the mist, allowing his attack to pass through me like a fleeting breeze. With agility, I reshaped my misty fists and retaliated, avoiding the repetition of the mistake that had led to Zhang Jie's defeat. I closed my defense while delivering a precise blow to his abdomen, a calculated move that leveraged the fluidity of my nebulous form.

In a graceful arc, I moved around him, placing my hand on the ground to deliver a precise kick towards his face. However, the smile on the challenger's face revealed a planned surprise. My kick passed through him, leaving him unharmed and confused. His quick reaction, however, denoted combat skills worthy of respect.

With surprising agility, he counterattacked, but my mist acted as extensions of my own limbs, descending to pull his legs and unbalance him. The scene transformed into a choreographed duel between flames and mist, between the unknown and the unexplored.

The confrontation was not just about testing skills but exploring the dynamics between two interdimensional beings. The audience formed by the students watched in fascination, each movement being a glimpse of powers beyond their understanding. Expressions oscillated between astonishment, excitement, and an insatiable hunger for knowledge.

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As the clash continued, I realized it was not just a display of skills but an opportunity to transcend the barriers of language. Amidst the dance of mist and flames, there was non-verbal communication, an exchange of energies that surpassed the limitations of earthly languages.

The fluid and precise movements were like a narrative unfolding before the spectators, a story that spoke of the coexistence of distinct powers. Each action, each reaction, contributed to mutual understanding, a bridge being built between two divergent worlds.

As I moved in harmony with the mist and the challenger responded skillfully to my attacks, a question lingered in the air: how far could we go together? The answer was beyond the surface of physical confrontation; it was the joint exploration of our cosmic natures, a journey that, though initiated on the battlefield, could unveil deeper secrets.

The audience observed, absorbing the energy emanating from us, and I knew that this transcendental experience was just the prelude to something greater. The clash was not just a test of strength but an invitation to unravel mysteries, uniting two realms separated by cosmic vastness. And so, we delved even deeper into the intricate dances of mist and flames, paving the way for an understanding that surpassed the limitations of language and ventured into the unexplored territories of interdimensional existence.

The scene vibrated with the intensity of the clash between cosmic entities. My body remade itself through ancient alchemy, and with a determined smile, I was set on avoiding the repetition of mistakes that marked my passage through the skies. I positioned my hands on the ground, recalling Blackwell's impactful attack. Inspired by this memory, I decided to test a similar strategy.

I sank my mist into the ground, allowing it to spread beneath the surface. My feet propelled my new onslaught against what I termed as the Son of Flames.

"May your flames understand the difference between someone born in the heavens and forged in the bowels of a volcano," I uttered in my own language, traversing his body amidst the mists. His defense was raised, but its effectiveness would not be enough. I reshaped my body at the last moment, grabbing his head with my hand as I passed through his body. In seconds, I remade my misty body into flesh, holding his head and pulling his body to the ground.

The audience watched in astonishment as the extraordinary scene unfolded before them. Nerves intertwined, blood converged from mist, and organs were recreated in the blink of an eye. The mist I had introduced into the ground resurfaced in response to my call, wrapping and binding the Son of Flames' body to the ground.

The spectacle was an intricate dance between life and ethereal matter, a demonstration of abilities that transcended conventional understanding. As I held his head and observed the mist imprisoning his body, I knew that this display was not just a test of strength; it was an assertion of dominion over the fundamental laws of existence.

The Son of Flames, though restrained by the mist, maintained an expression of resilience. His eyes reflected a mix of challenge and admiration, acknowledging the complexity of the entity he faced. The audience watched, captivated by the spectacle that surpassed their expectations and comprehension.

With a determined gesture, I released the Son of Flames from the mist prison. The ground absorbed the ethereal substance, returning it to the environment as he rose. In a moment of tense silence, our gazes met, and I understood that, despite the physical confrontation, a unique form of communication had taken place between us.

The audience murmured in recognition of the grandeur of the witnessed event. I realized that, more than a mere display of power, the clash represented a milestone in the interaction between two beings from different planes. The mist and the flames had danced, intertwining in an ethereal dialogue, and the atmosphere was charged with an energy that transcended dimensional barriers.

As the Son of Flames recovered, I took a step forward, extending my hand in a gesture of respect. The mist around me began to dissipate, revealing my human form, and a mutual understanding was established between us. It was a recognition that, despite fundamental differences, we could find common ground to explore the complexities of our shared existence.

The clash was not just a duel; it was a journey of discovery and understanding. The audience, now in reverent silence, witnessed the beginning of a connection between two seemingly incompatible worlds. And as the mists dissipated, leaving behind the aura of transcendence, I knew that this experience would leave an indelible mark on the minds of those who witnessed the dance of mists and flames in that arena.

The atmosphere in the interdimensional arena was saturated with a palpable tension after the confrontation between the Son of Flames and me. The murmurs of the audience reverberated amid the quietude, and I could feel the curious and questioning gazes of both the students and the elders of that mysterious sect.

One of the elders stood out in the crowd and began approaching, addressing both the students and the Son of Flames. His demeanor suggested a deeper understanding of what had unfolded on that stage of mists and flames. I smiled, realizing that he seemed to grasp, at least in part, the nature of the event.

However, the cost of my feat soon manifested itself. As I stomped my foot on the ground and absorbed the surrounding mist, a sensation of weakening overcame me. It was as if each particle of mist extracted carried a burden for my own being. I sighed deeply, aware that this incarnation was not exempt from sacrifices.

"So, here it is, the cost I knew I would have." Commenting aloud, I assessed my condition, realizing that the exhaustion was more than I had anticipated. It was a lesson learned, a deeper understanding of the complexity of this chosen existence.

I decided to withdraw from the center of attention, leaving the students and the elder behind. Seeking a quiet spot in the lush garden of the sect, I found a majestic tree and sat in the shade of its branches. I closed my eyes, allowing myself a moment of rest.

As my eyelids met, my mind disconnected from the world around. Once again, I found myself before the massive wall that seemed to transcend dimensions. The enigmatic presence residing in that space echoed in the silence.

"..." The silence persisted, but this time, I felt a firmer resolve within me. Facing the wall, I stared at my own portrait, an image that reflected not only my current self but also the shadows of my past, of my former celestial life.

"If you're still here, you bastard, you condemned my existence. Was that what you wanted?" My words sounded like a challenge to the specter of the wall. A mix of emotions, from anger to despair, was evident in my expression.

"Do you want me to evolve? Very well, I will evolve. And you will regret this, you miserable creature." I advanced against the wall with renewed determination. Although my hands found only a solid and impenetrable surface, the promise of evolution pulsed within me like a burning flame.

In the vacuum of the introspective dimension, my exchange of words with the entity hiding behind the wall reached its climax. The voice echoed with a sense of condemnation and revelation, and I was about to unravel the intricate connections that shaped my existence.

"You can only evolve because of me, Aidan." The voice, shrouded in mystery and authority, permeated the space, eliciting an immediate reaction of revolt within me.

"THERE YOU ARE!" I roared in defiance as I advanced, but an invisible mist repelled me. It was my own mist, a tangible reminder of the influence my past still held over me.

"You can only contemplate evolving because of me. You would have continued to be a vagabond without my presence, without Pomodoro's gift." The response echoed, bringing forth familiar names and stirring a whirlwind of emotions.

"I want you, Pomodoro, and that bunch of terrorist sons of bitches to go to hell. You, this damn power, all you've done is destroy my life." Tears of hatred slid down my eyes as I expressed the bitterness I had cultivated for so long.

"It's too early for you to understand, but I will ask you to at least try to forgive me for this. You weren't supposed to grasp this, you shouldn't have suffered." The entity's response carried a nuance of regret, but I was too immersed in my own despair to accept any form of forgiveness.

"I want you and your apologies to go to hell. You took everything from me, for something I didn't even want. What am I? A puppet for you?" Anger boiled within me as I questioned my own identity, a creation shaped by others' whims.

"You are the extension of something much greater than you can imagine. You are the future of something incredible." The entity's words resonated with a prophetic tone, revealing a cosmic plot that extended beyond my understanding.

"Then you can say goodbye to that incredible future. I will destroy you, Pomodoro, New Eden, and anyone who dares to stand in my way. I will take everything you dreamed of, and I will use your power to do it." My promise was uttered with determination, a declaration of war against the shackles of destiny.

I stared at my own reflection on the wall, a representation of the past that refused to fade away. I, an involuntary pawn in a cosmic game, swore to break free from the bonds imposed by a destiny I didn't choose.

In that moment, a promise echoed within me: "I will break the limits of this world so that everyone has equal opportunities to live without paying for the sins of the past." It was an internal promise, a declaration of independence resonating in the depths of my soul.