England Era 320
In the heart of the Ravalis Mountains, where the clouds rested beneath the peaks and time seemed frozen in mist, a lone figure sat cross-legged on a stone platform floating in the air.
Arslan, now 14 years old, had spent the last three years in secluded training, hidden away in the sacred cave of Whispering Sky—a mythical place only accessible through ancient wind spirits. His eyes were closed, his breath steady, but the air around him roared with invisible pressure.
The wind no longer obeyed nature.
It obeyed him.
✧ His Growth ✧
When he first entered the cave, he was a prodigy. Now, he was something else entirely. A force of nature. A deity in the making. His Divine Wind Magic, gifted and awakened from deep ancestral origins, had bloomed into a god-tier arsenal of abilities.
No longer did he need the System Points to grow. His power evolved naturally, honed through relentless meditation, communion with spirits, and battles within a spatial dimension he created using his own magic:
Spatial Isolation.
Let the world move outside.
In here, time bent to him.
✧ New Divine Wind Abilities ✧
Below are the techniques he mastered during his three-year solitude:
Vanishing Step: A form of hyper-speed movement where Arslan becomes invisible to the eye, appearing instantly beside friend or foe. It can bypass even spatial barriers.
Dragonstorm Tempest: His spirit beast, a colossal sky dragon made of wind and stardust. Arslan can summon and ride him in battle. His signature attack: Cosmic Tornado, tears the heavens open.
Drain: A cruel and silent magic. It extracts air from the lungs of his enemies, drowning them in an invisible tide of agony.
Gravitation: Targets collapse to their knees, unable to move, as intense air pressure bears down like the weight of a mountain.
Supreme Flight: A spell that fuses Arslan with the air itself, granting absolute flight speed—so fast even teleportation magic struggles to keep up.
Wind Formation Wall: A tactical barrier that blocks all sound, spiritual presence, and external detection. Perfect for private meetings… or assassinations.
Wind Destruction: A rain of a thousand invisible wind blades, each one capable of cutting through steel and magic alike.
Divine Sixth Sense: Always active. A red aura appears around anyone who holds ill intent toward him. He can also detect strong life forces across continents.
Cyclone & Hurricane Palm: Begins as a simple whirl of wind in his palm and expands into a storm large enough to sweep armies off cliffs.
Instant Recovery: Heals broken bones, torn flesh—even others' dying breaths—almost instantly.
Purification: Nullifies all poisons, curses, and internal corruptions—physical or spiritual.
Enchantment: Blesses himself and allies with an overwhelming stat boost—up to ten times stronger than ordinary dragon force users.
Air Force Wall: An emergency wind shield with density strong enough to stop even spatial or divine magic.
Spatial Isolation: Creates a parallel battlefield hidden from reality. A place where Arslan can train—or kill—without consequence.
Reverse Clock: Alters age. Arslan can become five years old or even a toddler, useful for stealth or infiltration. Can also be used to protect others from death by resetting their age temporarily.
Spirit Eye: Slows opponents' movements to a crawl, sees all illusions, and reveals falsehoods.
Divine Seal: A ring of compressed air that suppresses his own powers—used to walk undetected, or to train under pressure.
✧ A Vision in the Wind ✧
One night, while meditating at the edge of the floating altar, Arslan opened his eyes suddenly.
Robin.
He saw her in a vision. She was in a royal court—grown, radiant, but troubled. Her eyes darted toward a nobleman. A red glow burned around him.
He intends to betray her.
Arslan's Sixth Sense activated—even across continents. She was in danger. His hand twitched, and the wind wrapped around his body like a living cloak.
With a single Vanishing Step, he disappeared from the mountain cave.
The sky screamed as he split through space and time.
✧ Return to England ✧
When he arrived in England's capital, Everwhirl, the guards didn't even see him enter. One moment, the air shimmered. The next, Arslan stood at the center of the royal hall.
All gasped.
He had grown taller—his silver-black hair now longer, eyes sharper, wind magic dancing across his skin like lightning.
Robin turned, stunned. "A-Arslan?"
He looked directly at the noble, eyes narrowing. "You were planning to sell her location to the Black Empire."
The noble froze. "That's absurd—!"
Gravitation.
With a flick of his hand, the noble was pinned to the ground, screaming. The wind howled only for him.
Robin ran to Arslan, breathless. "How… you were…"
He looked at her, voice calm. "I'm never too far when your heart calls."
She threw her arms around him—tight, trembling. "You're back… stronger than ever."
He nodded slowly, his hand resting on her back. "And I'm here to finish what we started."
✧ The Next Phase ✧
He summoned his dragon, Dragonstorm Tempest, above the capital. Citizens gazed upward as the dragon roared across the skies, announcing the return of the Wind God King.
Arslan raised his hand.
"To all nations who refused peace…
Your time is over.
Your chains will break.
Your lies will end.
The storm is coming."
Arslan's Final Plan After World Domination
He doesn't want to rule forever.
His dream: "The Windless Age"—a world so free, the wind no longer needs to fight.
After unifying the kingdoms, he will dismantle monarchy and nobility, replace them with a world council, and vanish with his companions into a unknown bew world.