December 25, 22,090 B.F.P

Day by day, I find myself inching ever closer to the formidable pinnacle of power that my brother Kodron embodies. Each sunrise heralds a renewed dedication to my training, a fervent pursuit of mastery over the intricate art of sword runes and hand runes. The pursuit is relentless, a journey that seeks to bridge the gap between his immense might and my own aspirations. My fervent prayers are woven into each swing of my blade, every intricate rune traced with unwavering determination.

Kodron, the beacon of strength that casts its light upon our realm, is a being whose power stands as a testament to the extraordinary. Born a phoenix warrior and a heat bender, he is a manifestation of odds so infinitesimal that they brush against the boundaries of impossibility. The collision of these rare traits culminates in a being who transcends the realm of mortals, a being who holds within him the essence of both dragons and the unyielding blaze.

His mastery over heat bending is a force both awe-inspiring and unparalleled. The ability to withdraw all warmth from an object, plunging it into the depths of absolute zero, while harnessing that extracted energy as a source of power, is a skill that resides beyond the realm of ordinary comprehension. His dominion over this force is a testament to his godlike prowess, a power that commands reverence from even the very fabric of our world.

Kodron's reign of strength has earned him titles that echo with the resonance of divinity. The words of the world, anointed with the weight of truth, have emboldened him with the Trial of a god. A test looms before him—an endeavor that could elevate his status to that of a "Lower God." Should he pass this celestial trial, his power will burgeon beyond imagination, eclipsing even the formidable might he currently wields.

Such an ascent, however, carries with it both awe and trepidation. As his abilities burgeon, so too do the concerns that lie like shadows within the corridors of my mind. His potential, should it steer him back toward the path he once treads, is a prospect that invokes shivers of apprehension. The echoes of his previous self, a self whose power knew no restraint, now reside as cautionary whispers within the chambers of my thoughts.

To confront him in such a state would require a symphony of unity, a symphony that spans the entire world. A calculated endeavor, a statistical analysis of such a scenario, paints a harrowing picture. Even if the entirety of the world, bolstered by the 63,161 vessels under my command, unleashed their force upon him, the probability of causing harm is as minute as the number Pi—a mere 3.14%. These are chances that dance at the fringes of feasibility, odds that invoke a somber realization of the insurmountable task.

As I commit these thoughts to ink upon these pages, the weight of concern is tangible. The destiny that unfurls before us, the potential of my brother's ascent, is an intricate dance of uncertainty and possibility. In the realm of power beyond the ordinary, I find myself navigating a path fraught with both ambition and unease—a path that draws me closer to the furnace of strength that my brother embodies, a strength that beckons me to rise and wrestle with the dimensions of my own limitations.