Ah, the picturesque scene of destruction and chaos in the apocalyptic clash! How lovely it must have been to witness the delicate balance of nature being disrupted by the egos of powerful beings.

The snow, always so pure and white, served as a canvas for devastation, adding a touch of grim irony to the landscape. Who knew that a serene snow plain could double up as a battleground for oversized egos and their destructive tendencies?

Emperor Burn, with his charming personality and subtle touch, really knew how to leave a lasting impression on the environment. His attacks were not just attacks; they were masterpieces of annihilation, turning hills into mere dust particles with a flick of his wrist.

And let's not forget the touching moments where forests turned into bonfires, rivers decided to take an impromptu vacation, and mountains played the role of crumbling extras in this grand production of chaos and disorder.

In the eternal winter of the borderlands, where every flake of snow had a story to tell, our dear junior fleet admiral and his crew engaged in a delightful dance of destruction, bringing warmth to the hearts of all who witnessed their grand spectacle of mayhem.

Truly, who needed poetry and art when you had a battlefield as a canvas and raging egos as artists? Such was the beauty of war, where every explosion was a brushstroke and every scream a note in the symphony of destruction.

But that was precisely why this place had been a perfect setting for a showdown.

Comparing it to his battle with Dirk Marshal and the first White Dwarf who had descended to this planet, it was like comparing heaven and earth. Dirk Marshal had actually stepped foot on the ground, not floated around in his spaceship.

His maneuvers were smaller, more confined to the city of Elysian capital where they had fought, albeit arguably more organic and flexible. But it was surely nothing compared to this aerial fight.

Burn wondered, if Dirk hadn’t been sent on an assassination mission, and if he had been allowed to wreak this much havoc, would that experience have been more delightful than this?

It was such a shame, really. Shame!

Burn wanted it all to last longer. He wanted to fight even more!

But alas, this crew of spaceship officers had already decided to hit the self-destruct button on the entire world.

[Zendu'garoth! Feran'dor! Kel'duran! Vor'shak! Shendren! K'larathem! Venor!]

He, for one, felt that this fight could have been even more interesting. In just a little bit, he felt as if he was almost on the brink of enlightenment.

Ah, so this was how it felt to be blue balled in the middle of an all-out fight?

Yes, his body was breaking down. Yes, he wouldn’t last much longer, either. But there was no surprise at all. Everything was as expected. Where was the plot twist?!

[Kel'drinor vyrethor ael'ferian! Tahr'ethor vyrethor ael'thrakan aelathor, quilathor vyrethor ael'sathorian, zyrathor vyrethor valen'ethor!]

Such a waste of great enchantments. Such a waste of a loop. Such a waste of a life—such a waste of a great song!

“Morgan… let’s break into outer space next time,” Burn whispered.

Morgan laughed in the middle of her song.

Such a waste of a beautiful, beautiful laugh.

[Zorath! Zaelothor! Kel'duran! Vor'shak! Shendren! K'larathem! Venor!]

But what if…

Burn grasped his sword, the nagging feeling of enlightenment scratching the back of his head. He felt something—he felt he was about to make sense of something—

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The second prince of Soulnaught, the illegitimate bastard, Caliburn Pendragon, had Soulnaught Syndrome.

“I guess he’s truly a prince of Soulnaught when he had the same illness as the founder. But how poor… he doesn’t seem to have Force talent either, hahaha!”

“Why did the King even bring him to the palace? He doesn’t even look pleasant. A wallflower is more useful than him!”

“Augh, cringe,” Burn muttered. Why would he remember those pathetic memories from his childhood? Was this some sort of a requirement for enlightenment?

This wasn’t some sort of hero awakening, for the devil’s sake!

But well, thanks to no one who cared enough to teach him Force art, it led to him having to learn himself. It led to him gaining mind-body unity without even awakening Force.

The process was reversed.

Usually, mind-body unity could only be achieved after awakening one's Force. It was such a special achievement to finally be able to control every single cell of the body manually.

After all, why would one want to control everything manually when it could be done automatically? Like a machine, the body was programmed to work as expected.

The beating of the heart, the functioning of the organs, the coordination between the expanding rib cage and breathing—it all reduced strain and allowed the brain to use its energy for other tasks, like your daily mundane thinking and feeling.

This design was perfect in itself, created by none other than God.

This was one reason why Force and Vision were absolute opposites. When one chose to control their body manually, going against what God had bestowed, they realized how much they had abandoned His blessing.

Mind-body unity should only have been possible after awakening one's Force because the overwhelming strain of manually controlling the body was enough to be fatal.

Awakening Force would be what saved them. Not only would the mana energy support and prevent the strain from being fatal, but the experience gained from mastering the body and acquiring tremendous power would also play a role.

After years of training, they wouldn’t easily succumb to panic. They would be patient and understanding of their body, knowing its limits to avoid self-destruction.

Overall, they wouldn’t die from overexerting the heart or lose a limb from neglecting oxygen supply. They wouldn’t go insane. They wouldn’t fear pain when making a mistake, being able to rectify it with Force.

They would unlock their best potential by understanding every single cell in their body.

Yes.

Burn gained the state of mind-body unity before all of that.

He didn’t have Force energy to heal himself. He didn’t have experience to counter every single side-effect of unlocking the state of full mind-body control.

He was only five years old.

But strangely, he found peace.

For the first time in his life, he was in the company of something that was ultimately on his side, and it was something that was alive. Well, yes, it was his own body, but it was a mechanism that kept him existing in this world, and it was fascinating.

At that state, it was almost like he was separating his mind from his body. It wasn’t about him anymore, it was about his body, as a different existence completely from him.

Only when you are able to separate yourself from your body can you unite.

He gained respect for God. He gained respect for this very mechanism God created to sustain his life. He learned from it, noticing every single movement, no matter how small.

And he slowly asked questions.

“What if I do this?”

His body would answer with pain, and he would stop.

“How should I do this without hurting you?”

His body would answer that it was okay to hurt it to some degree because it would heal.

“How far can I go?”

His body would answer that he should do as much as he could sustain.

So Burn started to tear himself to bits. He trained, and trained, and trained. And at some point, he became completely one with this tool called mortality.

Until he awakened “Force”.

And suddenly, immortality was within reach.

[Zethra'dor ael'gyrak thradanil, helgron dorathor ael'fera'doroth!]

All this time, his force style was deeply rooted in his sole intention of survival, order, and absolute force. He crafted a perfect style suited to the very shape of his body, enhancing every single cell to perfection.

No, he didn’t learn every single force type and style in this world to imitate them. He learned to become the absolute perfection itself. But none of it could satisfy his ideal.

But today… now that his body could mold to his will, finally, it was about him. He didn’t have to bend to the shape and limits of his body anymore.

He could change his intention, and his body would follow.

Well, he realized this long ago. After all, it wasn’t such a great, divine, inventive revelation or something. But there was a problem.

There was no such energy available to create the perfection he sought. There was too much instability, and too much variability he couldn’t handle himself.

Ahhh…

“So now... it could be possible?” Burn muttered.

The enlightenment that kept tickling the back of his brain was there all along. He just realized that it was possible now, at this very moment.

[Lokethor ni'yathran aediveth dyrath'il, voranu'syr dun'farloth aedran'oroth, kethur'dran ael shen'dorlun doranak valen'ytheth!]

[Ael'drakul! Ael'drakul!]

With the Infinite Witch, who was also a saint, on his side managing the instability and variability, and the unlimited energy he could absorb from the White Dwarf—

[Azorath! Vaelothor! Kel'duran! Vor'shak! Shendren! K'larathem! Venor!]

It was definitely possible.

BLAAAAAAAAAAAASSTTT!!!