Nitish stood in the heart of the Great Library of Asphodel, his eyes scanning the towering shelves of books and scrolls that promised endless knowledge and power. His fingers traced the spines of ancient tomes as his mind whirled with the possibilities ahead. The thrill of mastering techniques like Thunder Breathing and Domain Expansion still thrummed through him, but he knew that there was much more to accomplish.
He had already begun to craft his version of the Domain Expansion, shaping the dark, malleable shadows into something uniquely his own. But one domain was not enough. Nitish, ever the strategist, wanted more. He wanted to be prepared for every possible scenario, every potential adversary. If he was to truly dominate this world, he needed a range of domains, each one tailored to a specific battle.
Crimson Purgatory was the first idea that solidified in his mind.
As Nitish paced between the towering stacks of books, his thoughts drifted toward fire and chaos—the destructive nature of battle, the sensation of being consumed by flames, both literal and metaphorical. He envisioned a battlefield drenched in blood-red skies and searing heat, where the very ground itself was scorched by unrelenting flames. This domain would represent total annihilation, a space where his enemies would be tormented by endless fire, their senses overwhelmed by the oppressive heat.
He imagined Crimson Purgatory as a dimension of unyielding destruction. In this domain, the air would shimmer with intense heat, the ground would crack and crumble under the weight of the firestorm that surrounded him. Rivers of molten lava would flow through the domain, igniting anything they touched, and the sky above would be a swirling vortex of burning embers. It would be a place of torment, a battlefield designed to wear down even the strongest opponents, breaking their spirit as they fought against the unforgiving environment.
But there was more to this domain than just fire. Nitish wanted Crimson Purgatory to reflect the intensity of the battles he had faced and would face. It was a manifestation of his own internal rage, his desire to crush those who had wronged him and underestimated him. It would not just be a space of heat and fire—it would be an extension of his will, a crucible where his enemies would be tested, and none would emerge unscathed.
As Nitish envisioned this domain, he felt the air around him grow warmer, as though the very thought of it was enough to summon the heat. He smiled to himself, knowing that this would be his most aggressive domain—a place where he could unleash the full power of his fury without restraint.
Then there was Thunder's Wrath.
This was the domain Nitish had already begun to shape, but now he had refined it. In Thunder's Wrath, Nitish would command the storm itself. The domain would be a vast, dark expanse, shrouded in endless clouds that crackled with electric energy. Lightning would tear through the sky with relentless force, striking down with pinpoint accuracy wherever Nitish willed it. The sound of thunder would be deafening, a constant roar that would disorient and confuse his enemies.
Nitish pictured himself standing in the center of this domain, his body aglow with the yellow lightning that coursed through his veins, a true embodiment of Thor. His katana, infused with the power of thunder, would be an extension of the storm, each strike sending bolts of lightning cascading toward his enemies. In this domain, his speed would be unmatched—he would move like lightning itself, impossible to track, let alone hit.
The ground in Thunder's Wrath would be unstable, shifting with the force of the storm, making it difficult for anyone but Nitish to maintain their footing. The air would be thick with the static charge of impending strikes, making every breath feel like a prelude to disaster. It would be a domain of absolute control, where Nitish could dominate both the sky and the ground, using the power of the storm to strike down his enemies before they even had a chance to fight back.
He felt the thunder rumble inside him as he continued to imagine the raw power of Thunder's Wrath. It wasn't just about overwhelming his enemies with speed and force—it was about precision. He would strike like lightning, fast and deadly, with no wasted movement.
But even with these two domains—Crimson Purgatory and Thunder's Wrath—Nitish knew he needed more. Not every opponent would be vulnerable to fire and lightning. He thought of the elves he had heard whispers of, beings with mastery over the earth, with the ability to bend nature itself to their will. If he was to face opponents who wielded the strength of the earth, he needed a domain that could counter their power.
And so, Nitish delved deeper into the library, searching for a technique that would provide him with the edge he needed. After hours of searching, his eyes fell upon a tome bound in black leather, its title scrawled in elegant, silver script: "Heavenly Demon: The Art of Darkness Movement."
Nitish opened the book, his eyes scanning the pages with growing excitement. The technique described within was unlike anything he had encountered before. It was a sword-fighting style designed for those who wielded the power of darkness, a style that allowed the user to move with the fluidity of shadows, striking from unseen angles with deadly precision.
But what intrigued Nitish most was the mention of creating a sword from pure aura. The technique allowed the user to mold their aura into a weapon, imbuing it with the elemental force they commanded. In Nitish's case, this meant shaping his thunder aura into a blade of pure lightning—yellow thunder that crackled with volatile energy.
He wasted no time. Nitish stood in the center of the library's training ground, his katana in hand, and began to practice the movements described in the book. The style emphasized speed and precision, much like Thunder Breathing, but with a heavier reliance on stealth and unpredictability. It was a style that favored those who could harness the power of darkness, allowing them to disappear from sight, only to reappear in the most unexpected places.
Nitish moved through the stances, his body fluid and light. Each step was calculated, each movement precise. He visualized his aura, channeling it into his katana, but instead of the usual lightning, he allowed the energy to take a new form—a blade of pure thunder. The sword crackled with electric power, the yellow lightning shimmering along its edge like a coiled serpent ready to strike.
The Heavenly Demon Sword Style combined perfectly with his vision for Thunder's Wrath. In this domain, Nitish would not simply wield a katana—he would wield a sword made of lightning itself, a weapon that could cut through anything with the speed of a thunderbolt. He could feel the energy in his hands, raw and untamed, as the aura solidified into a blade of yellow thunder, its edges sharp and buzzing with latent power.
Nitish swung the sword, and lightning arced from the blade, striking the ground with explosive force. The power was immense, but it was also difficult to control. The yellow thunder was volatile, surging with unpredictable energy, and Nitish knew that mastering this form of swordsmanship would require more than just brute force—it would demand finesse, the ability to channel the energy without letting it consume him.
He practiced relentlessly, his movements becoming smoother, his strikes more controlled. With each swing, the sword of thunder grew more stable, the arcs of lightning becoming more precise. Nitish was learning to tame the storm within, to wield the raw power of lightning as both a weapon and a shield.
Hours passed, and Nitish pushed himself to the brink of exhaustion, but he refused to stop. The thought of facing earth-wielders and elves, opponents who could resist his fire and lightning, drove him forward. He had to be prepared for anything, and this new technique, this fusion of darkness and thunder, was the key.
He envisioned his next battle, imagining himself surrounded by enemies who commanded the earth, who could create walls of stone and barriers of nature. In Thunder's Wrath, they would find no refuge. His yellow thunder sword would cut through their defenses like butter, and the precision of his strikes would render their elemental attacks useless. He would become a blur of motion, an unstoppable force of lightning and darkness, striking from the shadows with deadly efficiency.
But Nitish wasn't finished yet. As he perfected his swordsmanship, he returned to the concept of Domain Expansion. Two domains were good, but Nitish craved perfection. He envisioned a third—a Domain of Absolute Silence, where the very sound was stolen from his enemies, rendering them disoriented and vulnerable. In this domain, he would move with the speed and silence of a shadow, striking before his enemies even knew he was there.
He named it Void's Whisper.
The air in Void's Whisper would be oppressive, suffocating, the absence of sound creating an overwhelming sense of isolation. Every footstep, every breath would be swallowed by the void, leaving his enemies blind to his approach. Nitish would move like a ghost, appearing and disappearing at will, his attacks swift and lethal. The silence would disarm his enemies, robbing them of their ability to communicate, to cast spells, to defend themselves.
With Crimson Purgatory, Thunder's Wrath, and Void's Whisper, Nitish would be prepared for any enemy. He had fire for destruction, lightning for speed and precision, and silence for stealth. Each domain was a weapon in itself, a tool that he could wield depending on the nature of the battle. And with the Heavenly Demon Sword Style, he had the perfect companion technique to augment his domains, a fighting style that allowed him to strike with the force of thunder and the silence of shadows.
Nitish smiled as he sheathed his katana, the yellow thunder fading into nothingness as the sword disappeared into the scabbard. He had come a long way from the boy who sought to be average, who had been beaten and humiliated by those who underestimated him. Now, he stood at the precipice of greatness, armed with the knowledge and power to reshape the world in his image.
The next time he faced an opponent, whether demon, elf, or human, they would not see the boy who had been cast aside—they would see the master of Crimson Purgatory, the wielder of Thunder's Wrath, and the bringer of Void's Whisper. They would see Nitish, the one who had risen from the shadows, the one who controlled the very elements of existence.
And they would fall, one by one, before the might of the Primordial King.