Kael stands, surrounded by the chaos of an ongoing war. In the distance he could see massive fleets of warships that had cultivators fighting from ship to ship, this was along with the tens of thousands of cultivators flying by themselves in space. He watched the combat, the explosions of energies that rippled across the stars, all while his spear dripped in fresh blood.
He stood alone in the heart of the battlefield, his presence almost palpable even amidst the cosmic chaos. He's unbothered by the war surrounding him, a calm before the storm, as he prepared to make his next move.
As Kael surveys the battlefield, his mind sharpens. He thinks back to the past 200 years—his training, his path to power, and the moment he vowed to be a Dragon of War. He recalls the Academy of Kalpa, where he rose to the top of his class as one of the top 10 students. But his true growth didn't come from lessons at all—it came from the fires of battle, where war became his path.
Kael's love for war isn't born out of mindless destruction—it's about understanding the flow of conflict. In the chaos of battle, Kael has learned balance, the balance between raw force and strategic thought, between chaos and order. His journey into the Dao is his next step—a path that will push him beyond physical power and into the realm of existential mastery.
"The battlefield is where I was forged. It is my crucible, my proving ground. Today, I step into my next phase—the Dao will come to me through the fire of war." Kael spoke as his grip tightened on his saber.
ROARRRRRR!
He let out a loud bestial roar, that even his humanoid form sounded like a primordial beast. After he roared, he moved. His eyes were focused on the massive fleets of ships that he could see in the distance. His wings cutting through the void like blades through air. His saber crackles with fiery energy as he cleaves through enemy ships, his strikes swift, brutal, and precise.
WHOOSH!
SHK!!
BOOOM!!!!!!
With every swing of his saber, the energy releases, cutting through hulls and energy shields with ease. Ships explode in fiery plumes, and the forces opposing him are torn asunder. His fire-infused attacks tear through space itself, distorting gravity and sending shockwaves through the fabric of space.
The more he swung his blade, the more blood he felt splatter onto his, and the more the sounds of war entered his ears, Kael's attacks became more and more fierce. His eyes gleamed with a glint of hunger... a hunger for more war and chaos.
Kael's movements were like a symphony of destruction—his combat style perfect, honed by years of training. As he cuts through the enemy fleet, he is a force of nature—every action deliberates, every motion calculated. His enemies are no longer opponents; they are merely steps in his ascent.
Every Demon, every ship that he dismantled and every Devil that crossed his path each fueled him more and more. Currently sitting at the Peak of Rebirth, he could literally feel the ceiling breaking the more he raged on.
As Kael stands amidst the wreckage of his enemies, his senses sharpen. The smoke, the scattered wreckage of destroyed ships, and the echoes of battle in the distant void fade into the background as Kael's mind focuses. His gaze fixes on the stars ahead, and he feels the Dao's presence stirring within him. It is not just a feeling—it is an understanding.
The Dao of War is not just the art of conflict—it is the manipulation of the very forces that govern war.
In this moment, Kael's Dao comprehension becomes clear. The Dao of War grants him dominion over the aspects of war—the laws of battle, struggle, victory, defeat, transformation, and the cycle of life and death that war brings. To master the Dao of War is to bend and control the flow of conflict itself, to understand that every battle is not just a clash of physical power, but an eternal dance that shapes realities. The Dao doesn't simply make Kael a warrior; it allows him to reshape the rules of engagement—to dictate the outcomes of battles, to control the tides of fate.
Kael's body pulses with power as he finally grasps his Dao. His saber, glowing with the energy of his draconic heritage, sizzles with pure intent. His wings stretch wide, sending shockwaves through the vacuum of space, and his body surges with the force of the Dao.
As he steps forward, he feels the fabric of reality bend around him. His mastery over the Law of Fire remained, but it is now in the form of pure essence. Time and space seem to distort as Kael asserts his will over the battle, influencing the flow of time, the decisions of his enemies, and the outcome of the conflict as though it were his own creation.
Kael stands still for a moment, feeling the power of the Dao of War course through his veins. His fiery energy intensifies, his scales glowing like embers, and his tail flicking violently as if in tune with the power of the universe itself.
His body begins to shed its mortal limitations—Kael is no longer a mere cultivator of the Rebirth Rank, but a being who stands on a path that governs war. As the energy of the Dao fills him, Kael feels himself becoming more than just a force in the battle—he is becoming the shaper of the battlefield itself.
With a decisive motion, Kael unleashes a wave of energy that emanates from his very being. The battlefield around him seems to freeze, as time itself slows and reverses in pockets, allowing Kael to witness the entire flow of the conflict.
He can now see the outcome of any battle, anticipate moves before they are made, and alter the course of the fight by manipulating the cycle of war. The enemies surrounding him are powerless to resist as he commands the flow of battle itself. His every slash, every strike, reshapes the reality of war.
He is now not just part of the conflict—he is the conflict, the force of nature that drives everything forward.
Kael's ascension is complete. His body, now on the path to become a mythic entity, no longer bound by the limitations of mortality. He is not just a dragon in form; he is the dragon of war in essence, a being whose mastery over the Dao of War allows him to control the very nature of conflict itself. As he surveys the now silent battlefield, the universe seems to acknowledge his transformation, the energy of war surrounding him as an ever-present force.