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Dante walked slowly through the roaring blinding inferno of the [Cinder-Storm Array].

The superheated ash and liquid fire aggressively washed over his dark purple armor.

But the environmental execution was completely failing.

His [Aetherial Nectar] buff actively shattered the ’Soul Burn’ debuffs before they could even attach to his status bar.

His massive base defense absorbed the ambient heat without draining a single hit point.

The six elite Cinder-Mage assassins stood at the edge of the blazing runic circle.

They maintained their synchronized casting stances with their staves planted firmly on the floor.

They poured all of their mana into sustaining the trap.

Through the thick swirling flames, they saw the anomaly approaching.

He wasn’t running or desperately trying to break the barrier.

He was casually strolling toward them and was completely unbothered by the apocalyptic heat.

"The array is ineffective," the lead assassin reported.

His dry cracking voice was filled with genuine mechanical confusion. "The target is ignoring the thermal damage scaling."

Up on the temple steps, Patriarch Ignis leaned heavily on his polished wooden walking stick.

The Level 85 NPC didn’t look angry or frustrated that his elite guards were failing to execute a single player.

His eyes burned with intense white-hot fire and were locked onto Dante.

"Do not break the formation," Ignis commanded smoothly. "Increase the output. Test his limits."

The six Cinder-Mages obeyed instantly.

They gripped their staves with both hands and channeled a massive desperate surge of raw fire magic into the array.

The flames inside the circle shifted from a bright roaring orange to a blinding agonizingly bright blue.

The heat spiked so drastically that the solid obsidian floor beneath the boots of Dante actually began to bubble and melt into liquid slag.

[-1,500 HP!]

[-1,500 HP!]

The upgraded damage finally broke through the baseline mitigation of Dante. The numbers were relatively small, but they ticked twice every second.

Dante didn’t stop walking. He didn’t even look at his health bar.

[Passive Activated: Source of Recovery]

The heavy starry fabric of his Saint Destroyer-tier cloak flared gently.

The incoming damage was instantly halved. The system automatically refunded 50% of the lost health in a continuous rapid-fire healing loop.

The massive 25,500 HP pool barely rippled.

"You guys really need to learn some new tricks," Dante said, and his voice echoed perfectly through the roaring blue fire.

He didn’t draw the [Dawn-Breaker Blade]. He didn’t want to use standard holy magic in a domain dedicated to fire.

He reached the edge of the blazing runic array.

The invisible barrier of the trap prevented him from simply stepping out of the fire.

Dante raised his right hand. The black brand on his wrist flared violently.

Thick light-absorbing smoke erupted from his palm. It instantly condensed into the massive jagged shape of [Voidsever].

The primordial greatsword didn’t just appear.

It aggressively devoured the blinding blue light radiating from the trap to cast a heavy suffocating shadow over the immediate area.

The moment Voidsever fully materialized, the entire atmosphere of the courtyard changed.

The intense stifling heat was violently pushed back by an overwhelming suffocating aura of pure unadulterated cosmic dread.

The [Aura of Despair] passive from his Asura class flooded the courtyard. It crashed down onto the six Cinder-Mages and Silas like a physical weight.

Silas was still cowering behind a massive iron brazier.

He let out a sharp involuntary gasp as the simulated pain feedback triggered and sent a jolt of agonizing pressure through his neural link.

Dante didn’t swing the massive black sword at the assassins.

He gripped the dark bone hilt with both hands.

He drove the tip of the blade directly into the glowing blue runes powering the [Cinder-Storm Array] at his feet.

[Passive Activated: Absolute Severance. 100% Armor Ignored.]

Voidsever didn’t just break physical armor. It severed the underlying systemic code of reality.

The black blade pierced the runic array.

The magical architecture of the system violently shattered.

The glowing blue lines etched into the floor fragmented into a million pieces of digital dust.

The blazing blue inferno surrounding Dante instantly vanished and was sucked into the vacuum of the broken spell.

The sudden catastrophic failure of the array triggered a massive feedback loop.

The six Cinder-Mages were violently thrown backward, and their staves shattered in their hands.

They hit the hard obsidian courtyard and skidded to a halt. Their health bars dropped significantly from the magical recoil.

Dante pulled Voidsever free from the floor.

He stepped over the ruined runes and walked slowly toward the downed assassins.

"My turn," Dante said.

Before he could trigger [Phantom Waltz] to systematically execute the elite guards, a massive overwhelming wave of pure thermal energy washed over the courtyard.

It wasn’t an attack. It was a command.

"Enough," Patriarch Ignis stated.

The six Cinder-Mages scrambled to their feet, bowed deeply toward the temple steps, and rapidly retreated into the shadows of the courtyard walls to completely abandon the fight.

Dante stopped and rested the massive black blade on his shoulder. He looked up at the Level 85 NPC.

Ignis wasn’t looking at the gold armor of Dante.

The burning white eyes of the old man were locked entirely on the jagged black sword resting on the shoulder of Dante.

"The shattered blade," Ignis whispered.

His voice trembled with a mixture of profound awe and ancient recognition. "[Voidsever]. The executioner of the First Cycle. It is not a myth."

The Patriarch slowly descended the temple steps and leaned heavily on his wooden walking stick.

He stopped a few feet away from Dante.

He completely ignored the fact that Dante was holding a weapon capable of ignoring all his defensive stats.

Ignis raised his hand and gestured toward the dark heavy aura radiating from the avatar of Dante.

"And the crimson gaze," Ignis continued. He noted the solid red light burning in the eyes of Dante.

"The legacy of the First Asura. You are not merely a well-equipped Outworlder. You are a convergence of anomalies."

Silas desperately clutched the edge of the iron brazier and stared at the Patriarch in utter confusion.

"What are you doing?!" Silas screamed, and his panic overrode his common sense. "Kill him! He just broke your elite array! He is a glitch!"

Ignis didn’t even turn his head.

"Silence, fool," Ignis commanded.

He didn’t cast a spell. He just spoke.

But the raw unmitigated cosmic weight of a Level 85 lore entity forced the system to comply.

The air around Silas violently compressed. It physically slammed the Guild Master against the brazier to completely paralyze him and mute his voice.

The eyes of Silas widened in terror as he realized he was entirely helpless.

Ignis returned his attention to Dante.

"I did not order my men to attack you with the intent to kill, Champion," Ignis explained.

His voice softened slightly, though it still crackled with intense heat. "I ordered them to test you."

Dante raised an eyebrow. "Testing me by dropping me in a blender of blue fire?"

"It was necessary," Ignis nodded slowly.

"The Scrying Flames of the Peak warned me of your arrival. They showed me a warrior draped in the shadows of the Void and the malice of the Asura."

"I had to know if you possessed the fortitude to control those powers or if you were simply a puppet dancing on their strings."

The Patriarch gestured to the shattered runes on the floor.

"You did not succumb to the bloodlust," Ignis noted approvingly.

"You systematically broke the array without initiating a mindless slaughter. You possess discipline."

"I possess a very busy schedule," Dante corrected him. "What do you want, Ignis?"

The old man sighed and leaned heavily on his staff.

The bright burning white fire in his eyes dimmed slightly to reveal a deep lingering exhaustion.

"My Sect is dying," Ignis confessed softly.

"The rotting curse placed upon my lineage by the Orthodox factions during the First War is finally consuming my core code."

"Silas offered me a cure, but as you know, he brought me a forgery."

Ignis looked directly at Dante.

"You possess the genuine article," Ignis stated. "The [Three Star Rainbow Berries]. I can sense their cosmic weight in your inventory."

Dante didn’t deny it.

He had purchased the ultra-rare consumable from a broker precisely because he knew Silas was looking for it.

"I have them," Dante confirmed. "But I am not a charity. What are you offering?"

Ignis smiled. It was a tired but incredibly genuine expression.

"I cannot offer you gold or weapons, Champion," Ignis said. "Your arsenal already eclipses the treasury of my Sect. But I can offer you knowledge. I can offer you the primordial fire."

The system interface suddenly popped up in the vision of Dante and glowed with a brilliant intense orange light.

[Hidden Quest Triggered: The Primordial Flame]

[Classification: Mythic]

[Objective: Provide the [Three Star Rainbow Berries] to Patriarch Ignis to cure the ancient curse.]

[Reward: The ultimate magical legacy of the Ashen Peak.]

Dante stared at the prompt.

A Mythic-tier reward from a Level 85 NPC. It was guaranteed to be a system-breaking asset.

He didn’t hesitate.

He opened his infinite void ring and pulled out the small intricately carved wooden box.

He popped the latch and revealed the single glowing cluster of berries that shifted through a brilliant prismatic spectrum of colors.

He held the box out to the Patriarch.

Ignis reached out with trembling ash-stained hands. He carefully took the berries and treated them with absolute reverence.

"You have my eternal gratitude, Outworlder," Ignis whispered and bowed his head deeply. "The Sect of the Scorched Earth will never forget this debt."

Ignis consumed the berries.

The effect was instantaneous.

A blinding prismatic wave of light washed over the old man. The sickly gray ash clinging to his robes dissolved.

The heavy exhaustive slump in his posture vanished.

He stood up straight, looked decades younger, and the bright white fire in his eyes blazed with renewed absolute intensity.

[System Event: The Curse of the Ashen Peak is broken.]

Ignis raised his wooden walking stick and tapped the obsidian floor.

"As promised, Champion," Ignis said, and his voice boomed with incredible power.

A massive swirling sphere of pure unadulterated white-hot fire materialized in the air between them.

It didn’t radiate heat. It radiated pure systemic knowledge.

The sphere shot forward, completely bypassed the armor of Dante, and sank directly into his chest.

[Mythic Reward Distributed.]

[Skill Acquired: Primordial Ignition (Passive)]

[Description: The physical and magical attacks of the user are permanently infused with the absolute unmitigated heat of the core of the earth.]

[All attacks deal a secondary burst of True Fire Damage equal to 50% of the total damage of the initial strike. This secondary damage ignores all environmental and systemic immunities.]

Dante exhaled slowly and stared at the prompt.

A flat guaranteed 50% damage boost applied to every single attack he made, and the secondary damage was unblockable True Fire.

His already absurd damage output had just scaled exponentially.

"You are a very good investment, Ignis," Dante smiled and dismissed the interface.

Ignis nodded and turned his attention to Silas who was still pinned against the brazier, completely paralyzed and muted by the magic of the Patriarch.

"What of the fraud?" Ignis asked and gestured to the terrified Guild Master. "He attempted to deceive me. Shall I execute him?"

Dante looked at Silas.

The eyes of the Guild Master were wide with sheer unfiltered panic.

He had just watched Dante acquire a Mythic-tier upgrade right in front of him. Now the NPC he hired to kill Dante was asking for permission to execute him instead.

Dante shook his head.

"No," Dante said coldly. "Do not kill him."

He walked over to the paralyzed Guild Master. Dante leaned in close and stared directly into the terrified eyes of Silas.

"If he dies here, he just respawns in his guildhall," Dante whispered, ensuring only Silas could hear him.

"That is too easy. I want him to log out. I want him to sit in the real world and realize that he is completely and utterly bankrupt."

"I want him to watch his corporate backers tear his life apart while he is completely powerless to stop it."

Dante stepped back and dismissed [Voidsever].

"Release him, Ignis," Dante ordered. "Let him run."

Ignis waved his hand. The paralyzing magic shattered.

Silas slumped to the floor and gasped for air.

He didn’t try to argue. He didn’t issue a threat.

The Guild Master of Vanguard’s Legacy scrambled to his feet, triggered an emergency extraction scroll, and vanished in a burst of blue light to flee the Ashen Peak completely broken.

Dante turned away. The contract was nullified. Silas was ruined.

It was time to head back to the real world and celebrate.

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