Chapter 2632: Deva
Klea stood motionless, heart pounding, eyes locked on the glowing figure that now stood behind Damo. The moment she saw it, Klea knew—this was the technique Ashaka had spoken of.
During their days at the Magus Academy, she had often studied alongside Ashaka. The wise abbot rarely spoke of his own cultivation, but there was one sacred technique he once revealed to her—a technique he’d spent centuries refining.
A technique born of silence and peace.
He called it Deva Awakening, a divine counterbalance to the Asura Awakening. While Asura invoked wrath and death, Deva was meant to manifest serenity and transcendence. Yet Ashaka had never succeeded in mastering it.
Because to summon the Deva... one had to reach absolute inner peace.
Ashaka bore the burdens of his past and could only ever summon Asura—the wrathful god of death. But now... Klea saw that his disciple had achieved what even he could not.
Damo, the youngest among them, had succeeded.
Behind him hovered a glowing, seated figure draped in golden light, calm and benevolent, emanating warmth that stilled even the chaotic wind. It sat upon a lotus throne, hands folded in eternal prayer, and in its presence... the battlefield changed.
The violent melody of Hera’s technique faded. The shrieking harmonics of her feathers fell silent. Even the puppets—five martial masters—froze mid-charge, their monstrous Asura forms faltering beneath the Deva’s light.
A warm glow spread through the arena like morning mist breaking through a storm.
The audience gasped. The air trembled.
Hera’s lips parted. Her skin paled.