Garion didn't move.

He simply stood there, arms still open, smiling faintly.

While he received the full force of [Four Legendary Beasts Convergence – White Judgment]

The ground beneath his feet shattered.

A violent shockwave rolled outward, snapping trees in half and tearing deep lines through the earth.

The air screamed as compressed power tore through the space where Garion stood.

For a moment, everything was swallowed by blinding white light.

Dahlia covered her eyes. "Master!"

Arden felt his heart drop. "No way…"

Even Eldrin tensed, eyes locked on the center of the explosion. "That was direct."

When the light faded, the clearing went silent.

Dust drifted slowly to the ground.

Garion was still there.

His clothes were torn at the edges, fluttering lightly, but his body was untouched.

No blood. Not even a scratch.

Garion looked down at his chest, then at his arms.

He flexed his fingers once.

"Hm," he muttered. "Good pressure."

Silvar froze.

Cindor's eyes widened. "Impossible."

Bastor and Varyn stiffened, their massive forms trembling slightly as they processed what they were seeing.

Eldrin took a slow breath. "…It didn't even pierce his skin."

Garion looked back up at them and smiled. "That was White Judgment?"

Silvar's claws scraped against the ground as his body tensed. "That attack… could easily kill a third realm being."

Garion nodded lightly. "Yeah. It should."

He glanced down at himself again, then back up. "Just not me."

Cindor stared at Garion in disbelief. "You didn't block it. You didn't dodge it. You didn't even move."

Bastor and Varyn remained silent, but the pressure around them shifted. Even they were unsettled.

Garion stretched his shoulders once, as if loosening stiff muscles.

"You're not wrong about the attack. Against most people, even strong ones, that would be the end."

Silvar growled low. "Then what are you?"

Garion chuckled. "Human."

The answer only made the beasts frown deeper.

Eldrin stepped forward slightly. "Even for a human, this is not normal. You didn't activate anything."

Garion smiled but did not explain everything. He could not.

He did not say that every disciple who trained in the God Gym strengthened him as well.

He did not say that every squat, every strike, and every drop of sweat from his disciples fed back into his own body.

He did not say that from the very beginning, their growth was his growth.

That their training results multiplied and returned to him.

That even standing still, he was improving.

That even without lifting a finger, he was getting stronger every day.

Instead, Garion simply said, "I train differently."

Silvar's eyes narrowed. "You are hiding something."

Garion laughed softly. "Of course I am."

He took one step forward, and the beasts instinctively felt the pressure increase again.

"Now that you've seen how strong I am," Garion said calmly, "do you still think I'm weak?"

No one answered.

Then Garion tilted his head slightly. "But let's be clear."

His smile faded just a little.

"I'm talking about me."

He glanced back toward the direction of the God Gym.

"As for my disciples," he continued, voice steady, "yeah. If they took that attack head-on, they could die."

Dahlia immediately frowned and stepped forward. "Master."

Garion glanced at her. "What."

Her brows knitted together. "That's not reassuring."

Garion waved a hand casually. "Okay, okay. Maybe not die. Maybe just crippled for a while."

Dahlia's frown deepened. "That's not better."

Clara covered her mouth, whispering, "Wow. He really thought that helped."

Eliza said nothing, but she slowly shook her head.

Before anyone else could argue, the ground suddenly trembled.

A deep, ugly vibration rolled through the forest.

Leaves fell from nearby trees, and the air itself seemed to twist.

Everyone froze.

"What the hell is that," Dahlia muttered.

Eldrin's calm expression finally cracked.

He turned sharply toward the black gate in the distance. "That shaking… it's coming from the Demon Gate."

Another violent pulse followed. The ground split slightly underfoot, then sealed itself again.

Bastor let out a heavy, low sound, his massive body tensing. "Damn it."

Varyn hissed quietly, coils tightening. "That attack drew too much power."

Silvar turned his head sharply. "You're saying the seal weakened?"

Bastor nodded once. "Not weakened. Strained. But after White Judgment…"

He looked toward the gate. "It accelerated."

The black gate pulsed, darker than before.

Thick demonic mana leaked out like smoke, spreading faster than it had moments ago.

Eldrin clenched his fists. "This is bad. The seal was already unstable. That attack pushed it further."

Dahlia clicked her tongue. "So it's throwing a tantrum now."

Garion had been watching silently.

Then he smiled.

"So it's finally reacting," he said.

Everyone looked at him.

"That thing's been sitting there for far too long," Garion continued. "Leaking trash mana, corrupting beasts, messing up my island."

He cracked his neck once. "Guess it doesn't like being ignored."

Eldrin stared at him. "This is not a joke. If the seal collapses..."

"I know," Garion replied calmly. "That's why this timing is perfect."

Dahlia raised an eyebrow. "Perfect for what?"

Garion looked straight at the shaking gate, his eyes sharp.

"For the main course."

The Demon Gate shuddered again, this time harder than before.

Far away, on another island beyond the reach of the forest and the God Gym, a man leaned back in his seat and laughed quietly.

"So it's finally happening."

His eyes gleamed as he felt the disturbance travel through the land.

"The seal is breaking at last."

He tapped his fingers against the armrest, his smile slowly widening.

"At first, everything went wrong," he muttered.

"Those two grand elders from the Avenora and Revalis Clans dying so suddenly ruined half of my arrangements."

His expression darkened for a moment.

"All because of Garion."

The name left his mouth with clear resentment.

"He killed them."

The man stood up and walked toward the edge of the platform, looking out toward the distant horizon.

"But this…" he said softly, feeling the surge from the Demon Gate. "This is good."

"The gate is awakening faster than planned."

His fingers clenched. "Still, Garion is there."

"That man ruins everything he touches."

He turned sharply, eyes cold.

"I can't let him interfere again."

After a brief silence, he spoke one final sentence, calm and decisive.

"Send someone."

And far away, something powerful began to move.

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