With a surge of exhilaration, Julian soared into the sky, the Cosmic Dance of Death glinting brilliantly against the backdrop of the heavens.
He raised the spear high above his head, feeling the power radiating from it, an intoxicating blend of cosmic energy and crackling lightning.
As he held it aloft, the very air around him shimmered, charged with anticipation, as if the universe itself was holding its breath.
Drawing in a deep breath, he focused on the ground below, where the training grounds lay. With a decisive motion, he pointed the spear downward, locking his gaze onto the ground, and unleashed its might with a swift, powerful throw.
The spear shot through the sky like a comet, trailing a brilliant arc of bright energy in its wake. It struck the ground with an earth-shattering force, a thunderous boom resonating across the landscape. The impact unleashed a cataclysmic explosion, sending shockwaves rippling.
Lightning crackled and danced wildly around the surface, intertwining with cosmic energy to create a swirling vortex of power. The ground shattered, sending debris flying as if the god of thunder himself had unleashed his wrath upon the world.
The air filled with the scent of destruction and the raw energy pulsed in the aftermath, leaving Julian awestruck at the sheer magnitude of what he had just unleashed.
As the dust settled, the ground bore the mark of his power, a deep crater glowing faintly with residual energy. In that moment, he knew he had crossed a threshold, one that would define his journey and set him apart as a force to be reckoned with in the world.
The ground beneath the training grounds was utterly devastated. Deep cracks and massive craters filled the once-flat earth, smoke and dust swirling in the aftermath of the cosmic strike.
The castle nearby, where the training halls were located, lay in ruins. Walls crumbled, towers toppled, and what remained of the structure barely stood upright, reduced to broken stones and shattered windows.
Those who watched from afar felt a mixture of awe and fear, Julian's power was beyond anything they could have imagined. He was a force unto himself, and even in his most vulnerable state, he looked like someone who relished the destruction he could summon.
Duke Alden and Duchess Regina rushed toward Julian, fear etched across their faces as they saw the state he was in.
Alden's usually composed expression faltered as he took in the sight of his son, covered in blood, barely standing, yet still smiling as if nothing was wrong.
"What happened here, Julian?" Alden demanded, his voice filled with concern and urgency.
He placed a steadying hand on Julian's shoulder, trying to gauge the extent of his injuries.
Regina, her eyes wide with worry, quickly moved to support Julian, gently holding him as she inspected the wounds that littered his body.
"You're hurt... badly," she whispered, her voice shaky.
The sight of her son, broken but still standing, was almost too much for her to bear.
Julian, though wounded and exhausted, grinned through the pain.
"Just... testing a new power," he said weakly, trying to brush it off, but his parents could see how much it had taken out of him.