Night descends over the quiet forests near Dragon Valley. Mist weaves between the trees. The moonlight reflects off damp leaves, painting everything silver-blue. But something's wrong.
Master Thomas walks slowly through the trees, sensing a distortion in the natural flow of aura. The animals are silent. Even the wind is still.
Then he stops.
His eyes narrow.
A presence steps into view — a man clad in crimson robes, his face partly shadowed by a hood. His aura burns — not with fire, not with water — but something that shines red, like molten blood under moonlight.
Master Thomas (calmly):
"You... that aura. Red like rage. Hot and cold at once. A Blood Sage."
The man steps closer, a faint smile touching his lips.
Mysterious Man:
"You recognize it. Good. I'd be disappointed if the Ice Monk of Terien couldn't even sense a Multi Sage."
Thomas raises a brow.
Master Thomas:
"Multi Sages… They're not extinct after all."
Enemy (grinning):
"No. We just stopped playing hero like the rest of you."
His red aura flares outward—liquid and flame at once, dancing like blood mixed with firelight. It pulses unnaturally, warping the air around him.
Master Thomas:
"You've fused Water and Fire. A contradiction. But perfectly balanced."
Enemy:
"That's the secret, isn't it? When opposites stop fighting… they evolve."
With no warning, he lunges — explosively fast.
Thomas reacts instantly — frost explodes from his palm, forming a wall of jagged ice. But the red aura slices through it like paper, evaporating it mid-air in a blast of steam and fire.
They clash.
Aura vs Aura. Ice vs Blood. Cold vs Chaos.
Every punch from the enemy sends bursts of scalding mist through the forest. Every counter by Master Thomas freezes the ground, locking trees in crystalline prison.
But it's not enough.
Master Thomas (thinking):
"He's not just a Multi Sage… he's mastered them both."
Suddenly, the enemy slams his palms together and a spear of red aura forms — sharp, boiling, and humming with pressure. He throws it.
Thomas sidesteps — barely — but the explosion that follows flattens the terrain, launching him into a tree trunk with brutal force.
He crashes down, blood trailing from his mouth.
Enemy (walking forward):
"I've watched you for years, Thomas. I wanted to learn why people feared you."
He pauses, letting the silence speak.
Enemy:
"But now that I've seen you fight… I'm no longer afraid."
Thomas struggles to rise. His aura is flickering — too much frost melted, too much energy burned to maintain defense.
He channels one last technique — both hands glowing white.
Master Thomas (quietly):
"Frozen Core: Thousand Blades."
A ring of ice daggers materializes around him, spinning at high speed — he launches them in every direction.
But the enemy breathes deeply. His red aura explodes outward like a bleeding star.
Every dagger melts mid-air.
And through the steam — the enemy appears right in front of him.
WHAM!
A blood-cloaked fist drives into Thomas's chest. The Ice Sage gasps — not from pain, but from disbelief.
Master Thomas (weakly):
"…You shouldn't exist."
Enemy (calmly):
"No. I do. And so will others like me."
Red aura chains wrap around Thomas's body — they don't bind like metal, they burn, forcing his aura inward, sealing his energy.
As the chains constrict, Thomas's legs give out. His aura fades.
Enemy (whispers):
"Your student… will come for you. That's when we'll begin."
The man snaps his fingers.
BOOM. A surge of red light engulfs the forest—and in a blink, they're gone.
Bolt sits alone, sharpening his sword. The candle beside him flickers as thunder growls faintly in the distance.
CRASH!
A stone flies through the window, shattering the silence. Wrapped in cloth — a note.
He unrolls it.
"Your master has been taken. Temple of the Red Circle. Center of Dragon Valley. Surrounded by dragons. Come alone. Or don't come at all."
Bolt's heart pounds.
His aura crackles. The sword at his side vibrates slightly, as if it feels the storm coming.
He rises, no words spoken.
Bolt (thinking):
"If they've touched him… I'll burn that temple to ash."
And with that, he vanishes into the night, lightning flashing behind him.
The wind howled through the towering trees as Bolt sprinted through the forest, his eyes sharp with urgency. His aura crackled, lightning trailing behind him like a living tail. Every branch, every root, every boulder blurred past him.
Bolt (thinking, eyes filled with worry):
"Hang on, Master. I'm coming. Just stay alive."
He burst through the final line of trees — and before him, the Dragon Valley unfurled.
Ancient. Massive. Terrifying.
Jagged cliffs surrounded a deep, burning crater. In the center of the valley stood the Temple of the Red Circle, silent and brooding, its massive gates glowing faintly with enchantment.
Without pausing, Bolt charged straight in—
SCREEEEEECH!!
A roar from the sky split the air.
He looked up just in time to see a massive flame dragon, wings like burning sails, dive toward him with fury in its glowing orange eyes.
It opened its jaws—
FWOOSH!!!
A giant curl of fire swept across the ground, racing toward Bolt like a tidal wave of flame.
Bolt's eyes widened. No time to dodge.
Bolt (roaring):
"LIGHTNING INFUSION!!"
His body exploded in blue lightning. Sparks danced across his skin. In a flash, he jumped high into the air, soaring past the flames. Smoke curled beneath him.
With his dragon-scale sword crackling, he shouted—
Bolt:
"Take this!"
He swung with all his might—
CRACK!!
A thunderous bolt surged down with the blade as it collided with the dragon's skull.
BOOM!!!
The flame dragon roared in agony, spiraling down to the ground as a shockwave rippled across the valley floor.
Bolt landed, panting, his sword glowing white-hot.
But it wasn't over.
From the far ridge, the ground cracked open. Another roar echoed—
A stone dragon emerged, its body made of black granite and moss. It charged like a living mountain, each step shaking the valley.
From the skies above, a wind dragon swooped down, wings nearly invisible in speed, slicing the air like blades.
Bolt (to himself):
"…You've got to be kidding me."
The stone dragon charged first, roaring, its head lowered like a battering ram.
Bolt gritted his teeth. He charged forward, sparks bursting from his legs. At the last second, he leapt to the side, then ran up the dragon's back, balancing as it bucked and thrashed.
The wind dragon dove — slicing wind surged toward Bolt.
He flipped backward off the stone dragon's back, avoiding the razor wind just in time.
Bolt (mid-air):
"You two can fight each other if you want… or I can take you both on!"
He slammed his sword into the ground.
"CHAIN STRIKE!!"
From the point of impact, bolts of lightning arced outward, chaining through the stone dragon's body, stunning it temporarily.
The wind dragon dove again.
Bolt looked up, aura flaring—
"FLASH PIERCE!!"
He vanished in a streak of light, appearing mid-air, sword first, slashing upward.
SLASH!!
A clean strike cut across the wind dragon's wing. It roared and spun out of control, disappearing into the mist beyond the cliffs.
The stone dragon began to rise again, cracks glowing.
Bolt grunted, slamming his fist into the dragon's neck and channeling raw lightning directly into its core.
CRACK–BOOM!!!
The dragon crumbled into pieces — not dead, but completely paralyzed.
Bolt staggered to his feet.
Burned, bruised, bleeding.
But his eyes burned brighter than ever.
Bolt (growling):
"You think I'll stop here?"
He turned to the temple.
Through the smoke and rising steam, the massive stone gates stood tall — glowing faintly red, like they were alive.
Bolt took a deep breath.
Then — he ran forward, sword at the ready, aura flaring like a storm wrapped around a blade.
Bolt stood before the enormous iron gate of the temple, bruised, scorched, and breathing heavily from the dragon battles. His eyes glowed with rage, crackling blue bolts racing along his arms.
Bolt (roaring):
"YOU TOOK MY MASTER!!"
He pulled his arm back — his fist surging with compressed aura — and with a thunderous blow,
BOOOOOOM!!!
The iron gates shattered inward, the ground shaking from the force of the strike.
He walked through the smoke-filled entrance. His footsteps echoed.
And there — in the center of the ancient Multi Sage Temple — stood a figure cloaked in red aura, holding Master Thomas in a red chain suspended in mid-air.
Enemy (grinning):
"You made it, Thunder Child."
Bolt's aura exploded.
Bolt (roaring):
"I'LL TEAR YOU APART!"
In a split-second, Bolt vanished and reappeared in front of the enemy, swinging his sword down with the speed of lightning. The red aura shield barely held.
CLANG!!
The impact sent a shockwave across the chamber — stone cracked, torches blew out, the floor trembled.
The battle began.
They exchanged blows, each one sending aura ripples across the ancient temple walls. Bolt's lightning-infused strikes clashed against the enemy's fluid, burning blood aura. Sparks and steam burst with every impact.
Bolt (between attacks):
"Who are you?! What do you want from us?!"
The enemy smirked, pushing him back with a flare of crimson.
Enemy:
"I am a Multi Sage. But… not a powerful one. I'm limited to two—Fire and Water. Strong… but not complete."
He raised his hands — the red aura surged around him.
Enemy (voice low and serious):
"To become the ultimate Sage, I need Ice and Lightning—the two most volatile forces. Your master has Ice. You have Lightning. But together, you'd be impossible to defeat. So I lured you here."
Bolt's fists clenched.
Enemy:
"This place—this temple—is built atop a core of fused aura. It fuels me endlessly. While you burn out, I only grow stronger."
The enemy slammed both palms into the floor — the entire temple glowed red. Streams of aura surged into his body. He dashed forward with supernatural speed, overwhelming Bolt in a series of fiery attacks.
Bolt staggered, bleeding, coughing, his aura flickering.
Then…
Enemy:
"This is where it ends."
He fired a massive blood-red wave toward Bolt.
Bolt closed his eyes.
Bolt (whispering):
"Form Three…"
His body suddenly stiffened — and then glowed white-blue, as if wrapped in electricity and wind.
Bolt:
"Pulse Mode."
He dodged the blast mid-air, appearing above the enemy like a ghost.
BOOM!!!
One hit.
Then another.
Then ten strikes in a flash.
Bolt (growling):
"You think this temple will save you?! You're still not faster than me!"
But just as Bolt charged his final attack, the energy in the temple began to overload. The fusion aura had been pushed too far.
CRACK—CRACK—CRACK!!
The ground beneath them shattered.
Both Bolt, the enemy, and Master Thomas fell into the abyss below — stone crumbling, light flashing.
They landed deep within the underground core of the temple — a glowing cavern where pure, unrefined Sage Aura surged like magma.
Bolt's body shook from the fall, but he stood again.
Enemy (limping):
"Still standing? Then let's end this!"
He launched toward Bolt with a red aura punch.
But Bolt's eyes went calm. His aura changed again.
Bolt:
"Form Four — Storm Cloak."
His body was now wrapped in lightning and cloud-like wisps. Wind surged around him. The air became unstable.
Bolt (coldly):
"This form... is meant to finish fights."
He ducked under the enemy's attack, grabbed his wrist, and fired a massive surge of voltage directly into his body.
Enemy screamed as the lightning coursed through him, paralyzing his limbs, short-circuiting his aura flow.
Bolt jumped back, raised his sword — now glowing blue-white — and struck down.
Bolt:
"Thunder Judgment!"
CRACK—BOOOOOM!!!
The impact blinded the chamber. The enemy lay unconscious, smoke rising from his scorched body.
Bolt dropped to one knee, exhausted.