Three radiant pillars of light.
They didn't simply pierce the sky.
They defied the very understanding of talent.
Seven sparks each.
The complete ignition of potential — the absolute pinnacle of one's path.
A sight so rare that even in the vast recorded history of Skycloud, across thousands of years, only a scant few name could be found with such potential.
And now, three students simultaneously stood at the peak.
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Gasps of disbelief swept through the onlookers like a sudden storm.
"S-seven sparks… all three?"
"Is this… a mistake?"
"No. The Heavens don't make mistakes."
The great elders of both the Sunblade and Violet Rose Families widened their eyes, their breathing subtly disturbed. The crowd that once murmured playful gossip had fallen utterly silent, their faces pale with disbelief.
Even the Principal of Skycloud Academy, a man whose name carried weight across continents, clenched his trembling fists behind his back. His composure remained flawless—but his heart raced like a wild beast.
"In all my years... not once have I witnessed such a thing."
"This day shall be recorded in the annals of the Skycloud Academy. Nay, in the history of the world."
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But Skycloud wasn't alone in its astonishment.
All across the world, under the gaze of the triple haloed sun — similar anomalies unfolded.
At every corner of civilization, isolated clans, noble houses, prestigious sects and even sovereign empires watched as rare prodigies emerged—marked by seven sparks.
The birth of a new era.
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On the rightmost pillar stood Kael.
The auburn-haired youth, once known for his mischievous grin and untamed laughter, now stood barefoot within the towering beam of radiant crimson light. His messy hair fluttered freely in the windless space, as though responding to some invisible current of freedom itself.
The pillar surrounding him pulsed like a living flame — wild, untamed, yet never chaotic. Crimson arcs of light spiraled upward, tracing silhouettes of swords, roaring beasts, and mountain peaks — symbols of boundless strength and unshackled movement. His muscles tensed, not from strain, but from the electric thrill of his awakening.
The winds whistled around him, as though celebrating the birth of a warrior who would walk the world unbound.
[Martial Pillar of Limitless Strength]
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At the center sat Ayna.
Her silver hair glistened like threads of moonlight, cascading down her back in elegant waves. Her fair skin radiated a soft inner glow, giving her the appearance of a living celestial being. Her long, pale eyelashes fluttered gently as her closed eyes subtly twitched—visions of truths yet unseen reflected within her mindscape.
The pillar encasing her shimmered with an ethereal cyan-blue brilliance, layered with countless runic inscriptions swirling in complex orbits. Beams of light split into branches like a vast cosmic library, countless symbols and ancient characters floating like fireflies around her slender form. Wisps of invisible knowledge drifted through the air, forming intricate constellations that whispered forgotten secrets.
[Mystic Pillar of Piercing Insight]
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On the left stood Damian Sunblade.
His black hair shimmered faintly beneath the pillar's golden-red radiance, meticulously combed without a single strand out of place. His tailored silver-trimmed uniform of aristocracy clung perfectly to his tall, athletic frame — his noble upbringing evident in his posture and his cold, sharp gaze.
The pillar surrounding him blazed like a royal forge. Deep red borders coiled within the golden brilliance, creating interlocking patterns resembling crowns, thrones, and banners — the very iconography of Authority. The air around him trembled as though submitting to his presence; the spark of absolute authority already bleeding into reality.
There was no chaos, no wild surge — only sovereign control.
[Mega Pillar of Absolute Authority]
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Together they stood—three pillars that transcended generations.
The Warrior of Freedom.
The Scholar of Mysteries.
The Sovereign of Power.
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The pillars of light trembled.
As the Seven Sparks of Life burned with unfathomable brilliance, the heavens themselves began to respond. The divine radiance coalesced around each of the three, thickening like molten sunlight. The atmosphere vibrated with a low hum, as though the very fabric of the world held its breath for what was about to emerge.
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The crimson pillar twisted into a spiraling vortex, pulling Kael deeper into its core. And from within that vortex, his Heavenly Spirit was born.
A humanoid figure stepped forth, forged entirely from brilliant light — yet breathtakingly detailed. Its martial robe of light swayed with every breath, the intricate patterns etched across its surface glowing faintly like inscriptions of ancient martial doctrines. Across its forehead was a headband of unknown material, reflecting a subtle azure gleam as if woven from the winds themselves.
The spirit's hands bore hand guards, fingers flexing like a warrior eager for battle. Shoulder guards and wide belts carried matching intricate engravings — complex, swirling designs that seemed almost alive. Knee guards and boots, fitted perfectly, reinforced its balanced, grounded stance, ready to walk endless roads.
But the most iconic feature was the cloak that fluttered behind, embroidered with the same mysterious patterns, echoing Kael's unrestrained nature.
A silent gust of wind blew through the awakening ground as if saluting the birth of one who would walk the world untethered.
[Crefree Warrior of Limitless Strength]
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The cyan-blue pillar condensed into an elegant column of shifting runes and symbols. The light pulsed, forming intricate spirals until it took shape—her Heavenly Spirit.
Unlike Kael's raw vigor, Ayna's spirit radiated unsettling calmness, almost detached from reality. A hooded figure, its face barely visible, floated gently above the ground. What little skin was exposed glowed faintly—pale, yet radiant.
Upon its head sat a crown under the hood, each point etched with impossibly small runes, almost like microcosmic constellations. Around its wrists dangled bracelets or bangles, softly ringing with each subtle movement, giving off a melodic yet haunting rhythm.
Its cloak shimmered with geometric and asymmetric shapes, strange and unnatural. The patterns twisted like impossible labyrinths, threatening to dizzy the mind of any who stared too long.
In one hand, the spirit clutched a thick book, its pages alive with shifting symbols. In the other hand, a circular lens was held over its right eye — a mystic monocle magnifying knowledge unknown even to the stars.
The audience felt their minds tremble in its presence — as though their most profound secrets had already been read and archived.
[Unseen Scholar of Piercing Insight]
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The golden-red pillar erupted, folding into itself before exploding outward with sovereign might. Within that blazing inferno emerged Damian's Heavenly Spirit — regal, commanding, absolute.
A towering humanoid figure draped in royal garments of gleaming gold appeared, every thread woven as if from rays of the sun itself. Its crown, set with seven shimmering gemstones, sparkled like condensed stars, each gem representing facets of dominion.
Every finger glistened with ornate rings, each carrying ancient seals of lineage and power.
In its left hand, the spirit gripped a royal seal — a symbol of law, decree, and governance. In its right hand, a long sword gleamed, its edge humming with the promise of judgment and punishment.
The very air around Damian distorted as the spirit fully emerged, and the onlookers involuntarily lowered their gazes, as though bowing before an Emperor whose era was yet to come.
[The Sovereign of Absolute Authority]
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