Awakening and Transformation

In the depths of an endless void, where time ceases to exist, a seemingly ordinary coffin floats. However, it exudes an aura of immense power. Suddenly, the coffin opens, causing the surrounding space to distort, as dark energy envelops everything. Gradually, the coffin disintegrates, revealing a strikingly handsome man who appears to be in a state of hibernation. His presence exudes dominance, with impeccably chiseled jawlines, perfectly arched eyebrows, and deep, profound purple eyes capable of piercing through any obstacle. His name is Bhatala, a young prime-immortal from a previous epoch, coincidentally born in the same year as Remetri.

Bhatala meticulously inspects every inch of his body, chuckling with satisfaction. "Finally!" he exclaims. "I have regained my physical form. During my time here, I was fortunate enough to absorb the black matter, which allowed me to refine my body to perfection. Now, the time has come for me to exact revenge upon that despicable wretch. Hahahaha!"

Remetri suddenly experiences an unsettling sensation, akin to an omen. Why am I feeling so tense? It's as if an unfortunate event is looming on the horizon. Could another immortal war be on the brink of unfolding? Lost in her thoughts, Remetri begins to perceive a vulnerability within her own body. Gradually, she feels a rising heat in her chest, a sign that she is about to undergo a transformative process. "I believe my mortal heart is about to awaken!" she exclaims with anticipation. This is it! She composes herself, patiently awaiting the opportune moment.

Taking a deep breath and focusing her energy, the last flicker of light within her spiritual essence emits a radiant glow, blessing her body with a state of perfect equilibrium. Now, if anyone were to look at her, even the most seasoned cultivators would struggle to discern any traces of her extraordinary power. They would see her as nothing more than a complete human being. Remetri basks in the warmth she has never felt before, her every breath coursing through a newfound system. No longer able to perceive her own inner workings or the world around her in the same way, she rushes outside her humble abode, dancing like a child who has just received their very first gift.

Bathala feels a growing unease as he can no longer detect the aura of the extraordinary woman who reduced him to a pitiful state during the war with the old Gods. Uncertainties flood his mind, questioning whether he can still achieve his revenge against the witch who neither perished nor ascended to the legendary realm. "Hahahaha! I refuse to accept defeat," he declares. "I know you are out there. It may be impossible to kill you, even as a semi-immortal, you managed to deliver a devastating blow to me. You have probably ascended, but I won't give up."

With a determined look, Bathala retrieves something from his chest—a core of dark matter that has been missing for millions of years. This is the key to his ascension, granting him the fortunate ability to traverse the impenetrable barriers that lie at the edge of the universe. "I am too close now. I just need to wait for the perfect opportunity to surpass that old geezer. Speaking of him, we have a lot to discuss. Just because we are related doesn't mean he is exempt from paying for turning me into cannon fodder. Oh, the wretched old fool. There are numerous debts with interest that I should collect from you!"

In an instant, Bathala vanishes, leaving behind complete silence in the surrounding space.