The sky groaned under the weight of an approaching storm, dark clouds swirling like a vortex of destruction. Thunder rumbled in the distance, a warning of something far beyond natural forces. At the peak of the Forsaken Mountains, a lone figure stood, his silhouette outlined by the blood-red lightning cracking through the heavens.

  Raizo's eyes glowed with an unnatural radiance, his presence warping the very air around him. Power pulsed from his body in violent waves, sending shockwaves down the mountainside. He clenched his fists, and the ground beneath him fractured, unable to withstand the sheer force of his awakening.

  From a distance, two figures observed.

  Zyphor, cloaked in a mantle of shadow, gripped the hilt of his blade. His crimson eyes narrowed, analyzing the overwhelming force radiating from Raizo. “So… the rumors were true,” he muttered. “He’s awakened.”

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  Beside him, Tenzir smirked, his arms crossed as he watched the chaos unfold. “This world has been stagnant for too long. If Raizo has truly regained his full power, then everything we know is about to change.”

  Lightning split the sky again, illuminating Raizo’s figure. His long, silver hair whipped in the violent winds, and his cloak fluttered like the wings of a celestial beast. The sheer force of his presence was suffocating. The storm, the shattered earth, the trembling heavens—it was all reacting to him.

  With a slow, deliberate motion, Raizo raised his hand. The storm seemed to pause for a single moment, as if the entire world held its breath. Then, with an effortless motion, he clenched his fingers into a fist.

  The air exploded. The mountains shook. The sky roared in agony.

  Zyphor’s grip on his blade tightened. “He’s not just strong… This is something beyond power.”

  Tenzir chuckled darkly. “Then let’s see if we can survive the reign of the strongest magician this world has ever known.”