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Emperor Thaurissan

Unprecedented fiery flames erupted from Forseti, but his fiery red skin quickly cooled down, returning to his normal complexion.

Nierdi gazed at Forseti as he gradually returned to normal, hesitance flickering in her eyes. Ultimately, she decided not to approach, taking a few steps back before turning to leave.

Her spiritual form moved as swiftly as light, in a mere instant departing the sun's vicinity and descending straight towards Earth.

Forseti opened his eyes at that moment, examining his own body.

His reddened skin, resembling a branding iron, returned to its normal state. Clearly, the second awakening of his flame power had significantly enhanced his flame resistance; the sun's temperature no longer posed a threat.

So, this is what second-order divine power feels like...

Forseti clenched his fist, feeling the power surging through his body.

Since his second awakening, his abilities had improved across the board. Not only had his flame power become stronger, but his overall capabilities had taken a huge leap forward, as if infused with perpetual vengeance.

Forseti clenched his right hand tightly before suddenly opening it.

"Boom!" A pillar of fire shot forth from his palm with such force it traveled a great distance in an instant.

Before his second awakening, Forseti's flame power had almost no projection ability; he could only release fire over a small area or when wearing flame gloves.

Now, things were different. With his divine power greatly enhanced, Forseti could project flames at will without relying on external aids like flame gloves.

And these flames were no less intense than the sun's surroundings, creating ripples within the boundless blaze.

The sun's surface temperature reached five or six thousand degrees, and even in these relatively deep regions, it exceeded tens of thousands of degrees.

Ten thousand degrees of flame.

However, Forseti had not yet reached his limit. Concentrating, the flame in his palm surged, growing hotter and brighter until it gleamed with a dazzling white light, almost blinding.

Then, Forseti released flames from his legs and propelled himself forward, leaving behind a trail of fire.

With second-order divine power, his flame flight capabilities had naturally improved. Forseti could now effortlessly soar out of the sun without needing to invoke the wrath of vengeance.

Mid-flight, however, Forseti suddenly frowned, as if recalling something.

Was it an illusion? Upon awakening, he had sensed a persistent sensation of being watched from nearby.

Though vague, the feeling lingered, likely holding some truth.

Could it be... Heimdall?

Given his all-seeing eye, Heimdall was rumored to have voyeuristic tendencies. Despite Heimdall's repeated assurances against prying into others' privacy, many remained skeptical...

Having exited the sun, Forseti returned to the Droplet spacecraft.

"Where are your clothes?" Venom inquired.

"Burnt," Forseti replied casually.

Most of his clothing had burned away upon awakening, and even the dragon leather armor had sustained significant damage. Fortunately, his sanctified undergarments remained intact.

Forseti touched the dragon leather armor covering his body.

Crafted from ordinary dragon skin, its defense and fire resistance were now insufficient for his needs.

Perhaps it was time for vibranium armor.

Retrieving a fresh set of clothes from the Sanctuary space, Forseti changed and settled into the cabin for a brief rest. Opening the Sanctuary, he turned to the account of Emperor Thaurissan's exploits.

Emperor Thaurissan was formidable indeed, accompanied by the priestess Moira Thaurissan, the dwarf princess—a challenging adversary.

Forseti had attempted several confrontations in recent years, all ending in failure.

With second-order divine power, however, victory should now be within reach.

Entering the experience space, Forseti materialized within a grand hall. Seated upon a throne was Emperor Thaurissan, short in stature and as dark as charcoal, wielding a warhammer.

Beside him stood Princess Moira, daughter of Ironforge's dwarven king, who had inexplicably fallen for her nemesis, Emperor Thaurissan.

This incensed the King of Ironforge, who claimed his daughter bewitched—leading to Azeroth's renowned quest to rescue the princess from the abyss.

Speaking of which, Moira's appearance was less than appealing, resembling more of a large matron than a youthful princess with her robust frame and broad features.

Nonetheless, in Azeroth, she was considered fair enough, unlike princesses from Elwynn Forest or Maraudon, whose appearances were less flattering.

Upon sighting Forseti, Emperor Thaurissan rose from his throne, brandishing his warhammer and bellowing, "You shall pay for this!"

Princess Moira wasted no time, launching an attack.

As a priestess, she wielded holy light with which she now targeted Forseti, a radiant blast emanating from her outstretched hand.

Though potent, the attack inflicted minimal damage on Forseti. Extending his left hand, he retaliated with a brilliant white column of fire.

"Boom!"

...

Kathmandu, Nepal.

Nierdi's body trembled slightly before her eyes fluttered open.

"You've returned at last. What kept you so long this time?" Kalulu queried, a ring carved in his hand.

"I visited the sun," Nierdi replied.

"The sun?" Kalulu paused in his task. "What did you discover?"

Nierdi hesitated for half a second before offering a slight smile. "The Sun God."

Kalulu was momentarily stunned, then responded with disbelief, "Are you serious?"

"If you doubt it, you could see for yourself. I encountered a formidable being within the sun," Nierdi affirmed.

Kalulu's heart raced, yet he shook his head adamantly. "No, never will I touch the Darkhold, even at the cost of my life."

Nierdi sighed, a touch of exasperation evident. "You are exceedingly stubborn."

After a moment, her expression shifted abruptly. Raising her head, she spoke with gravity, "Someone is here."

With that declaration, she pushed open the door and stepped out. Kalulu, noticing the change in atmosphere, followed suit.

Worshipped by nearby villagers as deities, Nierdi and Kalulu often received visitors, including dignitaries from Nepal following King Mara's example.

This time, however, the visitors were not local villagers or nobles but individuals with black hair and eyes—distinctly different in attire from the locals.

Skilled in both black and white magic, Nierdi recognized their identity immediately. "Mages ?"

The group's leader, a gray-haired elder, stepped forward, bowing respectfully. "I serve as guardian mage of the Second Supreme Sanctuary. You may refer to me as Master 'Dong'."