Altrium lifted his blade into the heart of the golden convergence and held it there until the spheres themselves began to tremble. What poured down was not mercy. It was raw, merciless pressure — light and heat driving through every deliberate opening in his armor, seeking out every hidden softness, every lingering weakness that still pretended to belong. The lattice did not shatter; it became the very path the fire needed, scouring him clean from the inside until only the densest, most essential iron remained. His core ignited in answer, the final impurities consumed, the sword in his grip burning into pure, unrelenting will made visible. He does not rise above the clouds to escape the forge. He carries the forge with him — proof that the only way to become unbreakable is to invite the fire that would destroy anything less than your true core. 43 MP • 5856px X 7392px • 40.6 MB Tools used: Niji 6, GP AI, LR, Procreate