Divine Mask: I Have Numerous God Clones

Lucas stood calmly as the storm raged above, the swirling clouds growing darker and more menacing with every passing second.

His smirk deepened, the corners of his lips curling upward with confidence as the storm's intensity reflected his imminent breakthrough to seven stars. The crackle of energy in the air was sharp, each bolt of lightning promising danger.

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Sylra and Kaelor, still reeling from the chaos, narrowed their eyes as they watched the thunder strike down. At first, they assumed the storm was meant to harm them, but when the bolts veered toward the boy instead, realization dawned.

Kaelor's expression twisted in disbelief, his voice dropping to a stunned murmur. "This… this is his tribulation storm." His gaze locked on Lucas, the shock evident in his furrowed brows and clenched fists.

Sylra's sneer grew sharper, her lips pulling into a cold, mocking grin. "A tribulation storm? Really?" She scoffed, her voice dripping with condescension. "You think that's your trump card? We're already at eight stars, boy. A seven-star tribulation is nothing to us."

She laughed, but there was a slight strain in her voice, as if trying to convince herself more than Lucas. Her eyes, however, flickered with an unspoken wariness.

Lucas didn't bother with a direct reply. He let his smirk speak for him, his eyes gleaming with amusement. The winds howled around them, but his words cut through with chilling clarity. "Are you sure?" he whispered, the quiet threat in his tone unmistakable.

Suddenly, the second and third bolts of thunder crashed down from the sky with terrifying speed. To Sylra and Kaelor's shock, the massive arcs of tribulation lightning weren't just targeting Lucas—they were coming straight for them as well. The force of the strikes was overwhelming, and the ground beneath them shook from the impact.

Kaelor's eyes widened, his confident smirk vanishing in an instant. "What?!" he shouted, his voice betraying his disbelief as the thunder slammed into him, sending him staggering backward.

Sylra clenched her fists, a deep frown etched across her face as the tribulation's power surged around her. Her voice quivered with confusion, barely able to mask her rising panic. "The tribulation… it's not supposed to hit us!" she exclaimed, her eyes narrowing in disbelief as she tried to understand what was happening.

This was nothing like the tribulations they had faced during their own ascensions—the energy in the air was far more intense, more dangerous than anything they had ever experienced.

When the fourth and fifth bolts descended, they were fiercer, crashing into Sylra and Kaelor with devastating force.

Sylra gritted her teeth, her body scorched by the unrelenting thunder. She staggered, her once confident expression twisted in agony. Kaelor, too, was knocked back, his body trembling as the lightning coursed through him, searing his flesh. The strikes had stripped away any arrogance they had left.

They exchanged a glance, their expressions no longer filled with mockery but with a creeping sense of dread.

"This… this is no ordinary tribulation," Kaelor growled, his voice now laced with pain and confusion. His eyes darted toward Lucas, the child they had so easily dismissed. "Just… who the hell are you?" he demanded, his tone thick with frustration and rising fear.

Lucas remained calm, standing amidst the storm, his smirk never faltering. His silence spoke louder than words, as if the storm itself was his answer.

Before either elder could process the sheer force of what was happening, the sixth bolt descended from the sky. This one was different—far larger and more powerful than the others.

It struck with deadly precision, slamming into both Sylra and Kaelor, driving them to their knees. Their bodies convulsed from the immense power, the energy tearing through them like a blade. They gasped, their breath shallow as their limbs shook from the force of the blow.

Meanwhile, Lucas stood amidst the storm, seemingly untouched by the chaos around him. Though the pain of the tribulation was immense—far beyond what most could endure—his expression remained calm, even defiant. He bore the agony like a warrior would wear a scar, as if it was a badge of honor.

The searing pain coursed through his body, sharper than any wound, but Lucas endured it without flinching. "The price of power is always high," he reminded himself, his eyes narrowing with focus. "And I'll pay it gladly."

Across the battlefield, Sylra and Kaelor, their bodies battered and their pride shattered, struggled to rise. Blood dripped from their wounds, but their fury was stronger than their pain. Rage twisted their features as they glared at Lucas, their eyes burning with hatred.

"We'll kill you for this!" they shouted in unison, their voices hoarse yet filled with venom.

The air around them crackled with residual energy as they took a step forward, intent on ending the boy's life. But before they could make their move, a sound—soft yet ominous—cut through the roaring storm.

Sylra froze, her breath catching in her throat. "No... it can't be..." she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

Kaelor's eyes went wide, a mixture of shock and fear spreading across his face. "A seventh thunder..." he muttered, his voice trembling. His gaze shot to the sky, his body rigid with disbelief.

They both knew what it meant. Tribulation storms were supposed to strike six times, no more. The sound they were hearing now, the unmistakable rumble in the distance—it could only be one thing.

"A seventh thunderbolt..." Sylra whispered, her face paling as the realization hit her like a wave.

The storm above intensified, the clouds swirling more violently, the air heavy with power. This was no ordinary tribulation. This was something far more dangerous—something that signaled Lucas's ascension was unlike any they had ever witnessed.

Kaelor took a step back, his mind racing, panic creeping into his voice. "What… what kind of monster are you?" he spat, though the fear in his eyes betrayed him.

But Lucas said nothing. He didn't need to. The storm would speak for him.