The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

“He shall be called Skar, The Flame Reaper.

Handsome and Charming like his master. Presence both soothing and dangerous…

Born from the blood of a Phoenix, forged through the flames of Nirvane, and refined using the Flame of Fury.

The Perfect Warrior.

The perfect Flame User.

The Perfect Scythe User.

His battles shall be bathed in flames, scorched in eternal damnation, and burn with the fury of hell.

His very presence will ignite the skies, and his footsteps will leave trails of ash in their wake.

With a heart forged in the fires of war, Skar will be relentless, his strength unparalleled, his resolve unwavering.

His body will be a perfect blend of flame and flesh, empowered by the immortal essence of the Phoenix, making him invulnerable to the ravages of time.

His bones, laced with the Phoenix’s blood, will allow him to rise from even the gravest of wounds, as if death itself fears his return.

With the Nirvane flames coursing through him, he will command the power of the inferno, bending fire to his will, summoning torrents of flame with a mere thought.

He will wield the Scythe of Death, an ethereal weapon forged from 10,000 souls of several thousand Space Crystals and star dust crystals.

The blade will be sharp enough to sever the fabric of reality itself, cutting through both flesh and spirit with ease.

His aura will be a relentless storm of fire and fury, and where he walks, the land will be scorched, vegetation withering, and foes reduced to cinders.

In battle, Skar will dance with death, each swing of his scythe a graceful yet deadly arc, carving through his enemies with the precision of a master.

His flames will scorch both friend and foe alike, making the battlefield a hellish domain where only the strongest survive.

Skar will be the embodiment of destruction and rebirth, his battles an eternal cycle of blazing fury, death, and the promise of rebirth in the flames.

His very soul will be linked to the inferno, forever bound to the flame that gives him strength, and it will be through that flame that his true power will emerge.

This warrior, born from the fires of creation and destruction, shall be a terror on the battlefield, his very name enough to strike fear into the hearts of all who oppose him.

Behold, the First Paragon Fiend.

Skar, The Flame Reaper”

Klaus finished his words.

He had thought long and hard about what to say and how to say it, but when he started, it felt as if he knew exactly what to say. The words flowed freely from his mouth, and for a while, he was immersed in the moment.

When he had said all he needed to, he stopped. But he had managed to capture Skar’s essence. He envisioned a warrior whose main strength was fire.

He envisioned a warrior who wouldn’t fear death.

He envisioned a warrior who held dominion over battles—someone who could command death on the battlefield. He wanted that, and so he commanded it.

Now the Paragon Forge went to work. It was forging the true essence of the warrior Klaus desired. If he could comprehend the runes of what he wanted, the Forge would handle the creation.

Suddenly, Klaus felt his attention pulled into the core of the forge. He appeared inside a domain of flames, where millions of runes filled the space.

The moment Klaus appeared, the runes began moving into his mind. The first few thousand entered his mind within seconds.

However, as the seconds passed, the movement began to slow.

Klaus could read the runes because he possessed the “Universal Enigma” passive skill. He could read the runes, and they all had to do with the Flame Element.

For some reason, Klaus didn’t know why, but he was gaining an understanding quickly. It felt surreal, almost like he didn’t even have to think.

It was as if he knew exactly what came next. As the runes came and went, the speed began to increase. Eventually, Klaus found his mind moving faster than he could think. Within ten minutes, millions of runes had entered his mind.

In under an hour, the last rune entered his mind. Klaus opened his eyes on the outside, feeling his brain go numb for a second before his eyes widened.

“Looks like my understanding of the flame has expanded yet again… and this…” Klaus flicked his hand, and his nirvana flame appeared in his right hand.

Using his left hand, he picked up a small part of the flame and started pulling, stretching it like rubber. The flame became malleable… tangible, even.

“Ha… hahahaha…” Klaus burst into resounding laughter as he stretched the flame. “Without even knowing it, one part of my problems has been solved.

I have comprehended some aspect of the Flame Law.”

[Congratulations, brat. Judging by how malleable it has become, you have comprehended about 15%. That is enough to boost your combat power.] The senior said in a happy tone.

“But how? I never understood the flame law until now. This is a complete shock to me.”

[Don’t be too shocked, brat. You have lived many lives. Who is to say one of those lives hadn’t comprehended the flame law?]

Klay quieted down, hearing the senior’s words. They made sense. And without much thought, Klaus suspected Kaden was involved, as he had been the one close to awakening all eight major elements.

Ice, Fire, Lightning, Water, Darkness, Wind, Light, and Earth.

He had managed to awaken Ice, Fire, Lightning, Wind, and Earth before Pickle Berry sacrificed her elemental body to save him. This meant he had to be responsible.

‘But to think I have already comprehended an elemental law to some degree. Even before I reincarnated as Fruity, I had only reached 47% comprehension of the Ice Element. And I only made headway back then when I was at the Ascension stage. So this is just…’

“This is good. This is really good… With this strength, I can do a lot of damage on the battlefield.” Klaus laughed.

Suddenly, the forge surged, and Klaus, who was connected to it, smiled. “It has begun… In five hours, I will meet my first Paragon fiend.”

Klaus closed his eyes and started meditating.