At the highest point of the void, a brilliant surge of purple light flared—condensing instantly into a breathtaking goddess.

She stood poised, a spear in hand, her feet resting upon twin blue-red swords. Her violet hair flowed as if alive, untouched by wind. Lightning flickered around her, and an overwhelming aura surged skyward.

She was mesmerizing—ethereal, commanding, untouchable.

Above her head, a cloud of pure purple energy swirled independently, untouched by the chaos of the Ten Thousand Path Energy below.

“Xatia!” Thea gasped, her eyes wide with shock. “How did she become… like this?”

“The purple qi rising from the void…” Herodias whispered in awe. “Holding the Azure Dragon, stepping on the Phoenix… This is the legendary Ancient God Waleria!”

“The Ancient God Waleria?” Thea echoed, stunned. “One of the four primordial Path gods of the Haleth Realm? A being that predates even Waitara Path?”