dark descendent lurking fate

The demonic winds howled across the cracked obsidian plains of the Forbidden Wastes, but none of it touched the altar.

Not anymore.

The Yin-Yang Altar, having descended violently from the mortal realm, now stood tall and proud in this cursed land, humming with ancient power—unshaken, undimmed, and now… awake.

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The Awakening of the Altar

For moments after its fall, the area remained still—unnaturally still.

Then…

A pulse erupted.

Not of sound, but of will.

And the altar responded.

In a blinding surge of white and black energy, the ancient formation etched across its base lit up, revealing a complex array of spiritual protection.

Lines curved into celestial formations—moon-sigils, sun-runes, balance crests—all converging into a golden seal at the center.

The demonic air around it recoiled.

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Twin Green Dragons Appear

Suddenly, with a roar that split the land, the sky above the altar shattered—not physically, but spiritually.

From two swirling emerald vortexes on opposite ends of the altar, two majestic Green Dragons burst forth.

Their scales shimmered with flowing jade.

Each eye held wisdom of centuries.

They were tier 6 beasts, the kind seen only in myths—the Guardians of Equilibrium.

They didn't attack.

They circled the altar.

Once.

Twice.

Then, they coiled around it like spirals, tails and heads crossing each other—one gazing east, the other west.

The message was clear.

> None may approach.

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Black Mist Below, White Mist Above

Suddenly, the altar groaned, and the mist that had subtly seeped from it grew wild.

Black mist surged from below, swirling like tendrils from the underworld. It crept across the ground, devouring light, and any demonic scout that stood too close collapsed screaming, their minds shattered by ancient whispers.

White mist, gentle and glowing, drifted above the altar like divine snowfall. It emitted a calming hum, healing and pure, yet so alien to this realm it caused the very demonic soil to hiss in rejection.

The two mists didn't mix.

They spiraled in balance—opposing forces protecting the one inside.

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Inside the Altar

Within the heart of the altar, Ash still hovered, encased in a womb of spiritual energy.

His pulse—slow but steady.

His spirit—quiet, yet surging.

> Shen Mu stood with arms crossed.

"The dragons have accepted him."

> "The altar… has chosen him," whispered the Yin-Yang Lion. "That storm wasn't a curse. It was a calling."

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Demonic Forces in Panic

Several miles away, atop the cliffs of Bonefang Ridge, demonic commanders gathered.

One slammed his spear into the earth.

> "That altar is a threat. That boy inside it is a threat."

Another demon, cloaked in flayed crimson banners, shook his head.

> "We can't break through. Not without at least one throne manifestation warrior."

> "Then call General Khur'Zhal again."

> "We did. He refuses."

The first demon growled.

> "Why?"

> "He said, 'I want to see who wakes up from that cradle. I want to see what beast the altar chose.'"

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Back in the Mortal Realm

The storm had passed. But the echoes had left their mark.

Sect elders, kings, old beasts of legend—all could feel the sudden void where the altar had once been.

Elder Huo stared toward the east, eyes filled with dread.

> "He's not in this realm anymore…"

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In the Shadows of the Altar

Back in the Demon Realm, under the protection of twin dragons, Ash's fingers twitched slightly.

A crack appeared across the surface of the golden cocoon around him.

From beneath his skin, faint white and black lines began to form—like markings of a transcendent path.

And deep inside his soul, Shen Mu whispered:

> "It's not the demons that should fear you… It's the world."

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