Amidst the backdrop of Sin's enchanting maneuvers, which to most onlookers resembled a mere spectacle of magic tricks, Alan and Ekizu discerned a deeper, otherworldly quality. It was as though they were witnessing something beyond the ordinary, something mystical and profound.
Ekizu, his voice filled with a sense of amazement and intrigue, began to piece together the puzzle. He speculated that Sin had somehow gained access to "Prana," a force usually reserved for beings of a particular kind. It was a revelation that defied logic, especially considering that the weapon they held was thought to be nothing more than a soulless relic.
Alan, grappling with the same inexplicable phenomenon, offered his perspective. He explained that the weapon had indeed lost its former vitality over the centuries, aging into a decrepit state, barely clinging to life. This deterioration had gone unnoticed, rendering it all the more mysterious when it eventually broke and released its final breath, imparting a hidden reservoir of power.
Ekizu's curiosity persisted, and he posed a crucial question: how could a mere boy wield the power of "Prana," an ability typically the domain of individuals at level 80 or higher? Alan, his brow furrowing in response, acknowledged the bewilderment that shrouded their current circumstances. The enigma surrounding Sin and the weapon deepened, creating a sense of uncertainty that hung heavily over them.
In the face of such perplexing mysteries, Alan opted for silence, recognizing the profound limitations of their understanding. It was a moment of contemplation, a realization that certain secrets defied immediate comprehension. They continued to watch the show, guided by an ever-growing curiosity and a hope that time would gradually unveil the answers they sought. In the intricate web of "Prana" and the enigmatic boy who wielded it, their quest for understanding had only just begun and they were happy that it was wise to not to intervene the battle or they wouldn't have seen such a mysterious phenomenon.
As Alan and Ekizu delved deeper into their discussion about the enigmatic concept of "Prana," an unexpected occurrence unfolded in the ethereal arena. It began with the poetic sentences called "Prana," conjured by the ethereal aura, which began to spiral around Sin like a celestial dance, forming a shimmering ball-shaped aura.
In a moment of breathtaking transformation, the greenish aura enveloped Sin, cocooning him within its mystical embrace. As the spectators watched in astonishment, the aura dissipated, revealing a remarkable sight. Sin was now clad in a resplendent greenish armor, a manifestation of mana and the very essence of "Prana" itself.
The armor shimmered with an otherworldly radiance, and it bore intricate patterns that seemed to ripple and shift with an inner life of their own. Sin stood transformed, a figure of ethereal power and divine grace, a testament to the mysteries that had unfolded.
Notably, the broken part of Sin's spear, which had been fragmented and seemingly useless, underwent a remarkable transformation. It morphed into a spearhead, infused with the same greenish magic aura that enshrouded Sin's newly formed armor. It was a manifestation of the ancient power that had been awakened, a weapon that now bore the weight of destiny and purpose.
The onlookers could scarcely believe their eyes, as they beheld this spectacle of magic and transformation. The battlefield was no longer just a stage for battle; it had become a theater of wonder and revelation. The mysteries surrounding Sin, the weapon, and the concept of "Prana" had transcended the realm of understanding, leaving all who witnessed it in awe of the extraordinary forces at play.
The devil fixed a piercing gaze upon Sin, a glint of recognition mingling with a sense of realization in its sharp eyes. In a voice that carried a hint of begrudging respect, it spoke with a measure of acknowledgment. The level of power that had initially been sensed emanating from Sin had merely been a deceptive mask, a facade concealing his true prowess.
With a begrudging admission, the devil acknowledged that Sin's actual level far surpassed any previous assumptions. He stood alone, a formidable force at level 80 or higher, a revelation that sent ripples of astonishment through the arena.
The devil's curiosity and astonishment regarding Sin's hidden level couldn't be contained. It inquired with genuine intrigue, expressing a sense of incredulity that it had never before encountered someone capable of concealing their true power so effectively. However, Sin remained silent, his enigmatic demeanor undisturbed by the devil's inquiries.
With a swift and purposeful movement, Sin closed the gap between them in the blink of an eye. He stood directly in front of the devil, his movements a testament to the astounding speed that belied his level. Ir was close to 10+ times faster than his base speed In an instant, he unleashed a technique known as the Lotus Bud, a technique of such precision and power that it could rend even the most formidable adversaries asunder.
The devastating force of the Lotus Bud struck true, targeting the devil's shoulder with a concussive blast that reverberated through the arena. The impact was explosive, and the devil recoiled in agony, its malevolent form momentarily disrupted by the sheer force of Sin's attack.
The battlefield crackled with tension and awe, for Sin had revealed his true capabilities in a breathtaking display of skill and power. The encounter had escalated into a battle of titanic proportions, where the lines between reality and mysticism blurred.
The devil's incredulous gaze met Sin's as an unexpected revelation unfolded before its eyes. What had caught the devil off guard was the nature of the aura emanating from Sin's being. It wasn't just any light; it was a radiant and divine light, one that bore the unmistakable essence of the Realm of God itself.
This realization sent a chill down the devil's spine, for it had underestimated the true extent of Sin's power. The light that enveloped Sin was no ordinary energy but a manifestation of divine might, an element far beyond the reach of the malevolent forces it was accustomed to facing.