Ascension of the Nephilim

Daradiel was nothing but a mortal wisp staying in the Planesworld. If not for his Code, he would have long departed. But as his Code continued to exist in the universe, he still lingered. But then he sensed that his power was being spurred. Only he could feel this strange power that occurred beyond space and outside the time continuum.

"How is this possible? Is someone calling on the power of Astra? No... This isn't Astra. No one is invoking my Code. Someone is using it!" Daradiel was spurred in his spirit.

"Fate? Is this your will? Is this why you have fated this place to be my grave? Will someone walk on my Code and observe my precepts without me?"

Daradiel became hopeful. This was a miracle that had never before happened. How can someone who has never trained or has been bestowed of the power of another god use the power of a Code?

"It seems there is hope for us yet!" Daradiel smiled as he looked to the skies with hope.

As Mechiel and Kyros were both trying to move the elements, the consumption of energy was relatively small. Thus their meditation continued for a time.

The Emberdons were like madmen as they began to shout strange things with several Skeletons diligently trying to catch up to their research and experiments.

The rest had already moved down.

Branze and Diana were discussing the theories and were constantly experimenting on the power of the light.

Mezal kept on studying books relating to the soul.

"It's too bad that there are no books about Shamans in this list. We only have an introduction to necromancy. But I don't think I can do this. So many things to sacrifice to gain power. I need to offer a hundred and fifty lives for this spine-chilling ritual..." Mezal read and shook his head.

He then turned his attention to Kyros upstairs and watched as he continued to harness the power.

"I wonder how does he do it? Does his soul move the power? If I can move my soul outside, can it be that I can use it to guide my Force energy?" It was the that Mezal had a strange smile.

"That's it! I think I found it! I found my focus! My sons have theirs, and I should find mine!" Mezal decided.

His sons were experts in their own rights, and he was something in the middle. And yet, this also meant that he could not defend and attack as effectively as his sons. All he had was the superior knowledge of Soul Energy.

"Let's begin combining soul and force!" Mezal laughed.

As Mezal made his decision to train, Aron continued his meditation.

When everything around him was changing, he simply kept on meditating and did not spare any significant attention to Kyros's miracles, nor was he interested in it.

The vision of the Vampire kept appearing before him, and the fear that the full power of those vampires attacking his friends left him powerless. If all the Champions returned, he would definitely lose with an unfavorable situation.

Destiny would find a way to filter out the darkness, and even if he held on to the dark cloaking powers of Kyros's miraculous armor provided, he would be found out.

"There is still no way for me to win against that Commander. I have to grow stronger!" Aron decided.

He continued to strengthen the focus and concentration of his Force energy, envisioning a stronger sword.

"My sword is too small to face against the hordes. Much less an army of flying bats. I can hold my own against an army, but how can I protect my allies from them?" Aron sighed. He nearly failed in his previous fight and had no choice but to block the main body of the Vampire. Never before had he thought about protecting as he has always assumed the role of the attacker. But now, his desires have changed.

"Steel... Our power is steel. Did Hyperion use steel element to sever the world? I have to perfect being able to draw out my Ancient Source and use it in combat!" Aron continued to meditate and was taking inspiration from his study in magic. Although it was short, it gave Aron a lot of ideas. He began to focus and tried to forcibly bring out his Ancient Source, but only Force and Magic appeared. He could feel a trace of Ancient Source in both, which allowed him to wield both energies to have a terrifying cutting effect easily, but it was too spread out.

Soon, Aron felt drained and stopped.

"Hmm... Maybe I'm doing this the wrong way! Dad managed to merge Force with Holy. But since my element is naturally Steel, how can I form it? Is there a meaning to the name of Steel that Hyperion had? All other gods have some divine meaning to their name and power. What is Steel? If I turn my force into a Steel element, I might just have a shot in awakening the full potential of my Ancient Source and not just this accompanying power." Aron began to focus his power and tried to make it sharper.

Martha was not in the Temple but had moved into the Separated Realm. The space itself was the perfect training ground for them, and since the training she envisioned would be wild and explosive, they needed to fight somewhere empty.

"This will be the perfect place to fight, Vegeta." Martha spoke seriously.

"Vegeta?" Puff scratched his head.

"Er... Sorry. It's that stupid power of Calaminus.

"Anyway, we will train here. You are to teach me the ways to train as a dragon properly. We never had the time and always had problems ahead of us. But now... It's finally time to accept the gift of Kyriachos and perfect it."

"Yes, master!" Puff answered.

"And Puff... I want to learn how to sprout Wyvern wings!"

Puff smiled.

"I thought you might. I reserved a few morsels for you to devour." Puff answered.

The rest of the Coven facilitated the training of the men.

"Right now, we need to train like mad! Our goal is to have the power to defeat those Champions! If we can't defeat the giant that Lord Mezal fought, we won't be of any use to the war!" Avary explained.

"With the short time we have, we can't dare to follow on the steps of our masters! All that's left is to develop Foresight, Combat, and Molding! Let's wait until our masters have completed their studies. We can't discover new things, so we'll wait for them to finish it and then train!"

Despite his young age, Avary commanded attention and authority among the rest of the Steele family.

Branze had instructed that everyone in the Steele family would be busy. Someone had to rise and take the time to train the rest, especially since all the strongest leaders of the surviving settlements were involved in the experiments of the Emberdons.

Yet when Avary rose to the occasion, everyone listened.

As Avary spoke to the rest of the army, Hunter could not help but smile.

"I almost forgot your heritage. You are high born. What a great power! The words of a noble should be like this. Not prone to giving empty promises, but words that offer hope and courage!"

"It's easy, honestly. With a little Foresight and the foundation that Avary and I have, this is... expected of us." Gregory was speaking in a casual but serious tone.

"Truly a High Born. You should teach me to speak like that. Maybe my family will start treating me and sister Martha with respect if I speak like a real High Born." Myas giggled.

"Of course! Just say the word!" Gregory agreed immediately.

"Woah. Easy there, quick draw! You're faster than a Swift Blade rushing off to a fight there! Help Avary for now! Lady Myas, try to shadow Sir Gregory." Hunter chuckled as he teased Gregory.

BOOM!

Another boom occurred at the back as the climax to a battle was reached.

Gojirrah stood victorious with Reptilia down on his knees.

Despite being a noble Princess, Reptilia did not want to take the time to train the rest and called Gojirrah to spar. They were sparring on the other side of the Temple, away from everyone else who was listening to Avary.

"I yield. That surprised me. Consider this your first victory, Gojirrah." Reptilia stood up.

Grugnyr couldn't help but watch and glance at Gojirrah with an envious gaze at times and would gawk at Reptilia. Hunter nudged Grugnyr as Avary's speech ended..

"Focus. We have work to do." Hunter urged.

"Everyone, form a team of ten men. One by one, the group will fight against us. The rest of you will fight against other teams. Don't be afraid to wound each other critically. Just avoid killing the other person immediately. Steele family retainers, knights, and servants divide yourselves among the recruits. It's about time for you to take more responsibility and train your skills in leadership. This will force you to train Molding!" Avary instructed.

As Avary and the rest facilitated the organization of teams, a select few who were mages were constantly learning how to wield elements. They had the hardest training as they would also participate in the training that Avary led.

But Scarlet had shut herself and read various books about vampires while keeping up her training in wielding magic.

Unnoticed by many, Scarlet's form was slowly changing. Her skin was turning purer in white. She had the greatest potential in Foresight in the team other than Kyros. And with it, she managed a miracle. With the amount of blood they drank and considering the strong powers of cultivators they managed to absorb, the vampiric transformation of the Coven was expected to solidify in another day. But Scarlet not only managed to advance her transformation, but she was also able to control it.

Scarlet opened her eyes, and a strange charm was being released.

"I'm not about to give up yet, Mechiel.. I'll be a succubus if I have to!" She vowed.