SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

As his eyes scanned the words, his expression grew more serious. He raised his hand, signalling the end of the current discussion.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please excuse me for a moment," Wand-Magus Alaric said, rising from his seat. "I must attend to urgent matters. This meeting is adjourned until further notice."

The business families exchanged puzzled glances but complied, exiting the chamber quietly. As the last of them left, Alaric turned to the apprentice.

"Send emergency notice and Summon all the Supreme Mages for an emergency meeting," he commanded. "Hurry."

The apprentice bowed and hurried away. Alaric moved to a side room, a smaller but equally ornate chamber reserved for the Supreme Council's private meetings. The close allies of Wand Magus arrivedearly, each entering with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

Especially, the Supreme Serpent magus, Supreme Saber magus, Supreme Guqin magus. The three gathered around.

"Wand Magus, Alaric, what is so urgent that you call for higher meeting so suddenly?" asked Supreme Guqin Magus, Selene, a woman with flowing black hair and a demeanor as calm as a still lake.

Alaric held up the scroll. "We have received a special invitation to the Nine Realms Summit. The meeting is being held one year earlier than scheduled, and we have never received such a special summons before."

The room buzzed with murmurs of concern. Supreme Saber Magus, Dorian, a tall man with a hawkish nose and sharp eyes, stepped forward. "What does the invitation say, Alaric?"

Alaric read aloud, "By the decree of the Nine Realms Council, all realms are summoned to the summit a year ahead of the usual gathering. The Blue Planet, in particular, is requested to send its Supreme Wand Magus to represent the realm in discussions of critical importance. Attendance is mandatory."

Magus Selene frowned. "This is unprecedented. Why the sudden change in schedule? And why a special invitation for us?"

"I have a foreboding feeling about this," Alaric admitted, his voice grave. "The Nine Realms Summit is not known for sudden changes, and the specificity of our summons suggests something significant."

Supreme dagger Magus Thallic, an elderly magus with a long, white beard, spoke up. "Could it be a matter of security or a threat that involves our realm specifically?"

"It's possible," Alaric replied. "I think Supreme Sword Magus can find the motive behind this invitation. We can only know after everyone gathers. We must ensure that we go well-informed and well-prepared for the summit."

The Supreme Magi nodded in agreement. Alaric continued, "We need to gather all pertinent information regarding recent events in our realm and any unusual activities in the other realms. We must also select our delegation carefully. This is not just about representing our realm; it's about safeguarding our future."

"Agreed," said Supreme Guqin Magus, Selene. "We should also increase our defensive preparations. If there is an ominous reason behind this, we cannot afford to be caught off guard."

"Then it is settled," Alaric concluded. "We prepare for the summit with the utmost urgency. Let's decide on what to do after meeting with all 12 mages."

The meeting adjourned with a renewed sense of purpose. As the Supreme Magi dispersed to begin their preparations,

Alaric remained behind, staring at the scroll. In the silence of the now-empty chamber, Alaric whispered to himself.

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The skies above the thunder strike rock summit rumbled ominously as dark, swirling clouds gathered, heralding the arrival of a ferocious storm. Lightning streaked across the heavens, illuminating the scene with blinding flashes of light.

In the midst of this chaotic tempest, Kent stood resolute, his eyes closed in deep concentration. His master, Tang Zi, watched from a distance, his expression a mixture of concern and anticipation.

For three days and nights, Kent had endured the relentless fury of the storm, refusing to yield to its terrifying power. His body was battered and bruised, yet his determination remained unbroken.

Each bolt of lightning that struck him seemed to infuse him with a strange, otherworldly energy, resonating with the Storm God Tyrant Physique manual he clutched tightly in his hand.

Kent's body began to respond to the intense electrical surges. At first, his muscles twitched involuntarily, but gradually, they began to ripple and swell with newfound strength.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

His skin glowed faintly, taking on a metallic sheen as if forged from the very essence of the storm itself. Tang Zi watched in awe as Kent's transformation unfolded before his eyes.

On the first night, Kent's endurance was pushed to its limits. Lightning struck him repeatedly, each bolt searing his flesh and sending waves of excruciating pain coursing through his body.

Yet, he gritted his teeth and held his ground, drawing upon the teachings of the Storm God Tyrant Physique manual. He visualized the energy flowing through him, harnessing it, and channeling it into every fiber of his being.

By the second day, the pain began to subside, replaced by a growing sense of power. Kent's body seemed to hum with energy, each lightning strike now invigorating rather than debilitating him.

He felt an overwhelming connection to the storm, as if he were becoming one with its primal force. His breathing deepened, and his heart pounded with the rhythm of the tempest, synchronizing with the very heartbeat of the storm.

As the third night approached, Kent reached the brink of exhaustion. The relentless barrage of lightning had taken its toll, but he knew he was close to a breakthrough.

He steadied himself, focusing his mind and body on the final stage of his transformation. The storm intensified, responding to his silent challenge.

The divine disc came out of soul space and began revolving around Kent as it felt a sense of danger.

A colossal bolt of lightning, larger and more powerful than any before, descended from the heavens, striking Kent with a deafening roar. His body convulsed violently, his muscles tensing and relaxing in rapid succession.

A blinding light enveloped him, and for a moment, it seemed as if he had become a living conduit for the storm's energy.

Tang Zi watched with bated breath as the light gradually faded. When the storm finally subsided, Kent stood tall, his body transformed.

His muscles were chiseled and defined, his skin shimmering with a metallic luster. His eyes glowed with an ethereal light, crackling with residual energy from the storm.

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