Logan stood still, processing what had just happened. The three points he originally had in cultivation had now 'doubled to six' after absorbing the cyan light orb; the mysterious 'power of ancestors'.
His mind raced. 'A single orb of ancestral power increased my cultivation by three points?' The thought filled him with excitement, though he tried to keep himself grounded. He 'scanned the room eagerly', his eyes locking on the other cyan orbs floating inside the virtual temple.
"One, two, three... nine," Logan counted under his breath, eyes gleaming with anticipation.
'Nine orbs.' If one orb could grant three points, 'nine orbs could grant 27 points in total.' His heart pounded in his chest as the realization struck him: '27 points could catapult me straight to the twelfth level; a legend!'
Becoming a 'legendary warrior' would change everything. At that level, his strength would transcend ordinary limits. 'His fate, his tribe's future, everything would be in his hands.' A dryness crept into his throat at the thought.
Without a second thought, Logan 'reached for another orb' floating nearby. It responded immediately, drifting into his hand like a tame firefly. 'The cyan energy pulsed warmly', inviting him to absorb it.
"Swallow!" Logan commanded, ready to take another leap toward power.
Just as he felt the orb begin to dissolve into his body, 'a cold system prompt interrupted.'
"Ding! Sorry, host, you've already consumed an orb of ancestral power. You must wait before consuming another."
Logan felt a pang of frustration, as though he had been served a banquet only to be told he couldn't eat. 'This was maddening!' Why give him access to such power only to restrict him?
His thoughts simmered with irritation. 'Why tease me with these glowing treasures if I can't use them freely?' He clenched his fist, as if he could force the system to yield to his will.
Sensing his frustration, the system chimed in again, offering an explanation.
"The power of ancestors is derived from the prayers and sincere worship of descendants. It is a manifestation of faith."
Logan paused, his irritation giving way to curiosity.
"Frequent consumption of this power," the system continued, "can disrupt the soul. The faith contained in these orbs is not pure; it carries the mixed emotions, wishes, and distractions of many worshipers. Consuming it too often risks splitting the devourer's soul."
"You must wait one month before consuming another orb."
Logan nodded slowly, absorbing the information. 'So, this wasn't just raw energy; it was a complicated force tied to belief, hopes, and emotions.' It was power, but 'power that came at a cost if abused.'
The frustration faded from Logan' mind as a new thought Lots to take shape. 'If I can't use the power myself... what if I give it to others?'
"System," he asked aloud, "will these orbs regenerate over time?"
"Yes, host," the system confirmed. "The power of faith will continue to accumulate as long as your people worship and honor the ancestors."
A grin spread across Logan' face. 'This changed everything.' If the orbs regenerated, he wouldn't have to rely solely on himself. He could 'bestow the power onto others in the tribe, building an army of elite warriors.'
'If I can't devour them all...' he thought with a sly smile, 'then my tribe will.'
He held the glowing orb in his hand, feeling its weightless warmth, and whispered a single command.
"Give it."
At once, 'a list of every member of the Silvermane Tribe appeared in his mind—'all 60,000 of them, their names scrolling before him like a vast tapestry of lives and potential.
The sheer number was overwhelming, but it meant one thing: 'he had the power to choose.' He could give this ancestral gift to anyone in the tribe. The question was 'who deserved it most?'
'If we are to thrive, the strongest must become stronger,' he thought. 'The first recipients of this power will be the high-end combat units, those who fight on the front lines to protect the tribe.'
Logan closed his eyes, focusing on the warriors that made up the tribe's elite. 'The wolf riders, the boar riders, the wyvern air riders ' these were the ones who would need the power most. If they grew stronger, the tribe's strength would rise with them.
He saw the names of his most trusted commanders and warriors flash before him, 'Kodiak, Covos, Lots, and the Thunderbird Air Riders.' These individuals would form the backbone of the tribe's defense and offense.
"This is how we'll rise," Logan whispered to himself. "By making the strong even stronger."
Without hesitation, 'he selected several key warriors from the list' and sent the cyan orb toward them. The glowing ball of ancestral power vanished from his hand, its light dissolving into the selected recipients.
Logan felt a quiet sense of satisfaction as the orb disappeared. 'He had unlocked a new path forward, not just for himself, but for the entire tribe.'
With the power of the ancestors at their disposal and the ability to bestow strength upon others, the Silvermane Tribe would not only survive but thrive.
More orbs would come, more faith would gather, and with every passing month, 'he could create new warriors; stronger, faster, and deadlier.'
He smiled to himself. 'This was only the beginning.' The power of faith, properly harnessed, could transform his tribe into a force to be reckoned with.
'The path to greatness was clear, and Logan was ready to lead his people into a new era, an era powered not by gods, but by the faith of those who believed in something greater than themselves.'
With a final glance at the virtual temple and its floating orbs, Logan exited the spiritual realm, his heart steady and his mind sharp.
The Silvermane Tribe was on the brink of something extraordinary, and with each passing day, their chief grew more prepared to 'shape that future with his own hands.'
Logan stood in the spiritual realm, his mind sharp as he evaluated the 'potential recipients' of the power of faith. Each glowing orb in his hand represented more than just energy, it was an opportunity to push his warriors past the thresholds that had held them back for years. These orbs could elevate them to new heights, giving the Silvermane Tribe an unparalleled advantage.
He Lots with the most urgent cases:
- 'Uncle Begon'
- 'Uncle Reynolds'
The sudden release of 'four powerful auras' hit the room like a shockwave, spreading out in every direction. The intensity of it was overwhelming, forcing the tribal leaders; including Astali, and the priests, led by Luke, to stagger backward, their faces pale with shock.
"A... a breakthrough?" Astali whispered, her voice barely audible.
"Not just one," Luke muttered, eyes wide in disbelief. "Four of them. All at once."
The sheer impossibility of it left everyone stunned. 'Kodiak' and the other leaders exchanged uneasy glances, struggling to comprehend what they had just witnessed.
Bego was the first to collect himself. 'He could feel it; his newfound strength, flowing freely through him' like a river finally unblocked. His aura pulsed steadily, no longer struggling against the invisible ceiling that had held him back for so long. He clenched his fists, feeling the incredible power coursing through him.
"So this is what it feels like to be a sixth-level warrior," Begon murmured, still slightly dazed. "I never thought... I never thought I'd make it."
Beside him, 'Reynolds, Kro, and Bagen' exchanged looks of disbelief and joy. They, too, felt the shift in their cores, the once unreachable barrier had shattered, and they had finally stepped into the next realm.
As the four men stood, reveling in their breakthrough, a calm voice interrupted their thoughts.
"Congratulations to Uncle Begon, Uncle Reynolds, Commander Kro, and Commander Bagen for officially becoming sixth-level warriors."
Every head turned toward the voice. 'Logan stood before them, calm and composed, his gaze steady and knowing.' It was as though he had been expecting this moment all along.
The room fell silent, and every eye was now on their chieftain.
"Master Chief!" Begon and the other three immediately suppressed their excitement and bowed deeply, their joy tempered with respect.
Logan gave them a reassuring smile. "There's no need to hold back. Your breakthrough means the strength of the Silvermane Tribe has grown once again."
Despite his gentle words, the four warriors remained cautious.
The thrill of their newfound power quickly gave way to 'a nagging curiosity'. Begon, Reynolds, Kro, and Bagen couldn't help but wonder—'what was the chieftain's true strength?'
Begon, who already knew more than the others, remained composed. 'Logan must have reached the seventh level by now,' he thought. 'That much is certain. But there's something... more to him. Something hidden.'
Reynolds, Kro, and Bagen, however, were deeply unsettled. 'Even after breaking through to the sixth level, they still couldn't sense the full extent of Logan' power.' It was as if 'he existed on an entirely different plane', far beyond their reach.
Their brows furrowed, and a cold sweat Lots to gather at the back of their necks.
'How powerful is he?' Kro thought, swallowing hard.
Logan knew exactly what was going through their minds. He could 'feel their auras probing him', testing the waters to gauge his strength. But he didn't mind. 'Their attempts to sense him were futile.'
'Level nine,' he mused to himself with a quiet chuckle. 'They're not ready to understand what that means.' Compared to Begon's sixth-level aura, the gap between their strength and his was vast; so vast that they would only grasp the difference if they stood at his level.
Without missing a beat, Logan turned his attention to two more warriors standing nearby.
"Alan, Tyton, congratulations to you as well. You've both made breakthroughs."
The two men exchanged startled glances, as if unsure whether they had heard correctly.
"Thank you, Chief!" they said in unison, bowing deeply. Their voices were filled with awe, their minds still struggling to process what had just happened.
The room went silent again as 'the others turned to Alan and Tyton, their eyes wide with disbelief.'
"Wait... they broke through too?" Begon murmured, his expression shifting from pride to confusion.
Sure enough, the aura surrounding Alan and Tyton had changed 'both men now radiated the energy of fifth-level warriors.'
"How... how is this possible?" Reynolds muttered, still stunned.
Astali, Kodiak, and Luke stood frozen, trying to comprehend the sheer improbability of what they were seeing. It was 'one thing for four seasoned warriors to break through simultaneously', but Alan and Tyton as well? 'Seven breakthroughs, all at once?'
"It's... too strange," Kodiak whispered, shaking his head. "What are the odds of this happening?"
Logan noticed the puzzled expressions on their faces and smiled. "I once heard a legend," he said softly, drawing everyone's attention.
"A legend?" Begon echoed, his eyes narrowing in curiosity.
The others leaned in, eager to hear what their chieftain had to say. 'They needed answers.' There had to be some reason behind this extraordinary moment; some hidden logic or ancient truth that could explain what had just transpired.
Logan's gaze drifted across the room, his expression serene yet enigmatic. "The legend speaks of a time when 'those who fight for something greater than themselves' those who 'fight for their tribe, their people, and their future' will find their path cleared by unseen forces."
He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "It is said that when warriors align their hearts with the will of their ancestors, they can achieve what was once thought impossible."
The room fell into a reflective silence. 'Was that what had happened?' Had the warriors' unwavering loyalty to the tribe, 'their willingness to fight and die for their people; triggered the blessings of the ancestors?'
Begon's expression softened as the pieces Lots to fall into place. 'It made sense, in a way.' The Temple of Warriors wasn't just a place of remembrance, it was a bridge between the living and the dead, a place where 'the spirits of the past could lend their strength to those still fighting.'
Reynolds, Kro, and Bagen exchanged knowing glances. 'They understood now.' This wasn't just a coincidence 'it was a gift, a sign that their efforts had been acknowledged by forces beyond their understanding.'
Logan smiled as he watched the realization spread through the group. 'The Silvermane Tribe had grown stronger today; not just in numbers, but in spirit.'
"This is only the beginning," Logan said quietly, his voice filled with confidence. "With strength like this, there is no limit to what we can achieve."
The warriors nodded in agreement, their hearts brimming with newfound determination. 'They had been given a rare gift, and they would not waste it.'
As they stood together in the temple, the air still crackling with energy, one thing was clear: 'the tribe was ready for whatever challenges lay ahead.'
With Logan leading them and the blessings of the ancestors guiding their path, 'the Silvermane Tribe was destined to become a force to be reckoned with.'