Damien closed his eyes briefly. Within the stillness of his mind, a familiar, ancient voice whispered clearly.
"The final reward for passing my trial…I give you the first inheritor, the bearer of the key."
The Gravewalker's deep, echoing voice resonated powerfully through Damien's core, calm yet fierce with solemn pride.
"Conquer the Cosmic Battlefield, Damien. It was my greatest, unfulfilled wish."
Damien's eyes snapped open. A surge of pure clarity flooded him. The Gravewalker's final message, the reason for all the trials, the hidden battlefield, the key, and the inheritor himself, was now crystal clear.
This was destiny, woven by powers beyond even the dragons.
The inheritor was now almost upon him, eyes wide with triumphant arrogance, crimson energies crackling from his fingertips. "Now! Your power will be mine!"
Damien raised one hand, his palm facing upward, calm and steady. The inheritor laughed, thinking Damien defenseless, ready to claim victory.
