Amon, The Legendary Overlord

Outside the cave, the rain began to fall heavily. The thunder was resounding, some of it was so loud it scared the girls inside the cave.

Meanwhile, Amon had all his bones broken and some that were exposed. If you looked very closely, you could see that the color of the bones had started to turn grey. In Amon's consciousness, when he closed his eyes, he saw an entire universe and many stars began to appear... The stars looked like lightning balls in the form of stars, and more and more stars formed.

Just when he thought the positions would take the form of a constellation, he saw the stars change position. The changing position of the stars was constant. There was even a time when he thought he saw himself. At this stage, it was as if his soul wasn't present in his body. It was strange as he didn't feel the pain he felt before, only to seeing the change happening in a universe with some lightning stars that appeared before him.

Amon didn't feel like he was in an ordinary human body while he was there. It was as if he had become a giant shadow, without eyes, mouth, nose, ears, etc.

"Ughhhh!"

Before he could understand the state he was in, his consciousness returned to his body and the pain from before returned and he groaned in pain.

Amon felt very anemic. The amount of blood he lost was too much. His mind started to spin as his vision blurred. 'I'm going to faint if it continues like this...'

He couldn't speak now. Unlike before, even the bones in his head were broken and were exposed. It was terrible.

The energy of heaven and earth was sucked through the bones more quickly, while Amon continued to lose blood. However, almost 1 hour later Amon realized that he had almost run out of blood in his body, but still had managed to remain conscious. It was ridiculous, honestly. He didn't even know how he was able to remain conscious.

*PRAC!*

Bone-cracking sounds echoed. The girls took courage and looked toward the back of the cave. The bloody scene the girls had been waiting for, although very dark, was visible when Barbara launched a small fireball halfway down the path.

"This is inhumane!" Maisa could barely look. She felt a sharp pain in her chest, as if the pain was her own.

The condition of the other girls was no better. Even Ariel's face went a little pale. The only thing that brought them any comfort was knowing that if Amon died in this place, he wouldn't really die, he would just experience a transient death.

But then they saw bones that were now shiny gray begin to sink into the flesh, the crackling sounds increasing. The wounds caused when the bones came out began to close with surprising speed. It was like the entire scene was rewinding, but the blood didn't go back in back. The pool of blood stayed right below Amon.

Amon appeared to be made purely of bone, with no blood or flesh to his body. It was hard to tell if he was still alive. The only certainty that he was alive was that his breathing was slightly audible and the girls could hear it occasionally.

From Amon's bone marrow, when the bones had been restored, blood began to be produced rapidly. His pale skin began to have a more rosy tinge, and his expression of discomfort gained a slight impression of comfort once again.

A great concentration of genetic energy formed in the center of his body. Soon it took the form of a seed a little bigger than an orange seed, but suddenly that seed started to take root. The roots tried to spread. However, there was a kind of barrier around the seed that prevented them from spreading, but that didn't stop them from continuing to slam against the barrier from all directions, until finally like cracking glass, it broke and the roots spread!

In all directions of his body, roots began to circulate like veins. Some connected to the organs while others continued and went towards all the toes and fingers. When Amon opened his eyes, lightning flashed like sparks from the corner of his eyes. It was so mystical and beautiful it felt surreal.

Amon breathed and sighed with his mouth, and from his mouth a blast of lightning came out and slammed into the cavern wall.

*POW!*

"Huh?" Amon was surprised, then closed his mouth.

His body, which before had looked almost like a skeleton, was now full of life again. Around him the air began to crackle with sounds of lightning.

At this point, the girls had already finished their medicinal baths and had gotten dressed. Not far away, they approached Amon and the girls' eyes were those of curiosity and relief.

The worry that used to gnaw at them was gone the moment they saw that he was okay… In fact, he looked more than okay; even his appearance seemed to have improved a little.

Seeing that his control of his newfound power was terrible, Amon didn't get out of the lotus position and closed his eyes again. The rune: [Boundless Heart] kicked in, and his mind cleared. If before the lightning around him was like a strong storm, little by little it became like drizzle on a summer day.

"Amon?" When he opened his eyes again, he heard the girls' voices and saw their worried faces.

Although his control was still not perfect, it was more stable. Just in case, when he opened his mouth to reply, he looked to the side. "How long has it been?"

Ariel was the one who answered first. "Approximately 11 hours."

"11 hours or so."

Amon heard this from the girls and closed his eyes briefly and opened them. Standing up, he noticed that his clothes were now just  tattered rags. If it weren't for his fine looks and fair skin, he could have been mistaken for a beggar.

"Can you step back a little?" His voice was not cold. It even had a hint of calm and gentleness. "I need to train a little, or else it will be hard to get used to my body in my current state."

"Ah, yes, yes." The girls responded hastily as they walked away.

Amon smiled a little before turning serious. At first, his movements were slow, but gradually they began to increase. Every punch and kick, spin and kick, punch and jump… It was all calculated, and if one were perceptive, one would notice that the symmetry of the movements of his form was practically perfect.