Power, fame, victory all irrelevant.
Because he had only one goal.
The Fifth World
A realm spoken of in myths.
A concept dismissed as fantasy.
But Echo knew the truth.
It was real.
And now standing amidst the corpses of those who had tried to stop him—
He could feel it.
His body trembled.
Not from fear.
Not from exhaustion.
But from something else.
Something entirely new.
It wasn't the Border Energy that separated the strong from the weak.
It wasn't the Principle Energy that ruled over matter and space.
It wasn't the Unified Energy that connected all existence.
And it wasn't the Celestial Energy that turned warriors into gods.
This was different.
This was beyond.
Echo clenched his fists.
His veins burned.
His skin cracked
Yet, he felt alive.
More alive than ever before.
"Is this the Fifth World?" he whispered.
And the moment those words left his lips
The world reacted.
The sky darkened.
The earth split apart.
