Spirit's Awakening: The Path of Lightning and Water-Chapter 379: Crown

Lassim finished sharing his idea for the crown and received their mental approval.

As he floated in the depths of the ocean, his plan was simple: to coil the leviathan, urging her form with his will while using the waters and storms to hold it in place. Then use broken divine chains as some kind of dangling jewelry decoration to enhance and beautify it into something he thought was worthy of the Demi-God.

Instead of returning to the Tempest’s Cradle, it only felt right to stay in the ocean where the Leviathan’s home was. His body remained still, suspended in the vast blue, the slow undulations of water moving around him.

The silence was absolute at these depths and the weight of the ocean embraced him. And in that moment, he knew—

It was time.

The moment his consciousness settled into his inner heart world, the space responded as even the universal laws redrew their attention to his heart world.

The whirlpool churned, its currents expanding. The thunderstorm above crackled, the dense, black clouds shifting ominously, as if all preparing for this crucial moment.

At the pinnacle of it all through the void portal—

The Leviathan constellation.

Its titanic and lifelike form has fully recovered from the previous attempts, riding atop the roaring tsunami in feral anger, the divine chains she’d broken free from shifting slightly in the storm’s currents around her.

Her red eyes remained fierce, unblinking.

Lassim extended his will, his spirit sense wrapping around the entire constellation.

"[This is it,]" Lassim thought to himself in encouragement, "[I’ll make it work.]"

And he began.

The moment he willed the constellation to reshape—it resisted the same as before. It was too strong. The intricacy of its design, the sheer density of its form, made it difficult to compress into anything smaller.

But he had his new plan.

Lassim focused, summoning and then guiding a flow of fused mana around it, attempting to coax the structure rather than force it.

"[Move,]" he urged.

The coiled form trembled.

Slowly, ever so slightly—it began to shift. But it wasn’t enough. And that’s when, sensing his intent, they appeared to lend a hand.

A ripple spread across the storm above. The whirlpool deepened. And then—

Thousands of his lightning sprite fish emerged from the swirling currents, their red fish heads and tentacle-like tail fins gliding through the storm and upwards to the constellation in one big school.

They flickered, manifestations of Lassim’s very will, his intent, their tiny forms weaving around the constellation’s soul dust form.

They did not push.

They did not tear.

They simply landed a hand in guiding.

Each movement was an extension of Lassim’s intent, nudging and adjusting the Leviathan’s form.

Carefully and slowly, the body coiled and compacted slightly. The storm above and tsunami below adjusted, following the flow and direction of her scales. Last, the divine chains shifted, re-aligning subtly.

It was working.

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The Leviathan constellation wasn’t fighting him. It was being reshaped—guided by his will. And then—

A subtle force, that had been waiting for its moment, rippled through his inner heart world—a presence that had been watching all along.

The moment the final adjustments and direction of what seemed plausible fell into place—the Universal Laws responded.

Something beyond divine intervention. Beyond a sudden interaction that made Lassim’s mind go somewhat blank to what was occurring.

It was the natural process, a shift that had been waiting to occur that was just like Varen had described for his own Spirit Transcendence advancement.

Where Varen had condensed his constellation into the rough shape of the halo, the Universe took over and blurred his memory, as if a moment beyond conscious control, something that simply happened in the natural order of advancement for all Spirit Warriors that advanced beyond the Spirit Transcendence stage. It was a reward and helping help from the universe itself in the process of raising these Spirit Warriors as tools against the Abyss.

At the top of Lassim’s heart world, the void pocket expanded, its edges glowing faintly as the constellation—his new halo—still remained on the other side of the portal, but its form began to change in a mystifying manner and in a different direction than Lassim envisioned.

The Leviathan’s coiled form tightened, refining, shifting into something more perfect, more regal with the way the scales and long spiny dorsal fin laid across the top.

The divine chains that once dangled and hung loosely did not merely remain as scattered decorations that he intended—they rose and wrapped around the structure, not in restriction, but in the same way jewels might be inserted into gem sockets in a wedding band.

A broken, but divine band of pure white, fragmented yet whole, wove itself through the outside of the Leviathan’s coiled body—turning it into a ring of power fit for a king.

It was no longer simply a representation of freedom from those shackles—authority.

The still forming "halo-esque" shape was also not suspended in complete stillness. No, there was motion.

Below the coiled Leviathan, the tsunami transformed and surged, its waters now lapping and churning like an endless stormy ocean. The waves leaped and crashed, surging around and serving as the base of the new structure.

Above the coiled Leviathan, the storm moved and condensed. It churned, its dense clouds swirling with faint, drifting ethereal rain, drenching her scales and feeding the waves below in an eternal cycle.

The Leviathan was surrounded from top to bottom in the storm as her head and maw was directly aimed forward to the front.

Between the crest of each of her fins, nestled within the sharp, flowing mane, flickers of red lightning pulsed into existence.

Not as from the storm clouds, but instead from tiny, ephemeral rifts in space, shimmering, cracking in and out of reality, forming threads of unstable, chaotic energy.

The flickering distortions wove between the gaps, giving the crown an ethereal, celestial glow, as though it existed on multiple planes at once.

The Leviathan’s open maw faced forward with the same feral anger to consume as before, her crimson eyes burning, fierce and peaking through the lightning.

This was no mere condensation of a constellation into any other ordinary white halo.

No.

This was a crown.

A symbol of dominion over the storm, the sea and space.

The moment the crown was completed—Lassim’s mind unblurred and a powerful surge hit him.

A torrential flood of power erupted from the crown and into his inner heart world, expanding outward like a dam breaking free.

Lassim’s entire body tensed, his veins burning him as his fused mana refined itself—elevating, transforming, becoming something beyond what it had been.

Within his inner heart world, the changes unfolded instantly.

The portal to the heavens above, where the constellation resided, remained steady, its presence stabilizing the space itself. The only change was the now widened portal gap that quadrupled in size and allowed a larger flow of the void to flow into his heart world.

But below—everything changed.

What Lassim could only describe as a fresh "breeze" suddenly swept through the island that had been densely covered with his fused mana condensation by the time he reached the peak of Soirot Ascension.

It was the presence of the Universal Laws, descending as a guiding force, sweeping through the inner heart world like a cleansing wind.

The moment it touched the dense mist covering the landmass, the mist scattered—falling and absorbed into the soil, vanishing completely.

The barren, lifeless island that had once been little more than a vague landmass now expanded, stretching outward, its size nearly doubling.

Where before it had been a 100-meter or so island of empty terrain, hidden beneath the Spirit Ascension Level 9 mist, now it was closer to 250 meters, a true landmass, and more than that—

It was alive.

The ground, once bare and concealed beneath mist, now revealed something entirely new.

Patches of plant life emerged, scattered across the island, thriving in a delicate balance of elements. Some plants glowed with faint blue luminescence, their leaves imbued with Water’s essence.

Others crackled softly with veins of golden electricity, their stems charged with Lightning’s presence, arcing faint sparks into the air.

And strangest of all—

There were plants that shimmered, almost translucent, as though they existed half in reality, half in the void. Fragments of Space itself, taking root in his inner heart world, creating flora that defied logic, shifting between tangible and ethereal as though caught between dimensions.

Lassim felt it all.

The whirlpool whose levels had risen to be a proper ocean that surrounded the island remained, its depths churning, untouched and eternal.

But above the land, the sky changed.

The thick, heavy clouds that once remained still—they now began to move. The entire sky shifted, the clouds rotating slowly, a new force guiding them into a spiral.

It was no longer just a storm hovering above—it was the beginning of a hurricane. It rumbled with power, yet the rain it released was gentle, a light drizzle at most.

An entire realm within his inner heart world, thriving on the balance of Water, Lightning, and Space. It was turning into an ecosystem. A strange one, but a small ecosystem nonetheless.

At that moment, Lassim’s spiritual pressure exploded outward in the depths of the ocean, expanding, becoming something greater as he pushed and churned the waters around his body subconsciously in a 1 kilometer radius around him.

He had crossed the threshold.

He had entered the Spirit Transcendence stage.

And as he did—Zaphyrella and Marinelle changed too.

Zaphyrella’s body flared with a golden and divine light, turning her ethereal and her form shaking as the red lightning of the [Law of Storm] within Lassim resonated with her.

When the white light faded, her feathers darkened from the violet color to now a deep crimson, the golden tips made of lightning runes and shimmering void-like energy from before remaining unchanged.

The plume of her head crest elongated, shifting into a regal, interwoven crown of feathers, its edges flickering with golden and red arcs of electricity.

She let out a sharp, trilling cry—her power rising with Lassim’s.

At the same time—

Marinelle’s form elongated, her body becoming more lengthy, more fluid.

Her scales shimmered, the golden and azure patterns becoming more pronounced, more intricate.

Her eyes glowed faintly, a deeper, more knowing gaze settling in them as something about her presence shifted.

She was still a Royal Dragon Koi, still herself—

But there was a hint of something else—something awakening. A massive change was going to occur at the next advancement for her especially, but Lassim also felt this subtle "something" in the depths of Zaphy as well.

Lassim instinctively knew it was coming.

They had all changed together. Their power had reached an entirely new level.

They had officially stepped forward once more—achieving Spirit Transcendence.