Rudra stood alone in the center of the worn, sun-drenched training field. The morning mist still clung to the air, casting a soft haze across the space. But his eyes—hard, focused, and burning with a cold flame—cut through the fog like steel.
He had finished building his perfect foundation.
His body was clean.
Pure.
Not a single impurity left to hold him back.
His flexibility was surreal. His strength—monstrous.
His body now bent, coiled, and launched with a level of control that transcended human norms.
His perception hovered just short of a beast's intuition.
But Rudra wasn't satisfied.
He didn't want to learn the basics of battle.
He wanted to devour the essence of every combat profession that could be wielded without a weapon.
To do that, he would have to walk the paths of the Assassin, the Warrior, the Tank, and the Barbarian. Not as four separate people, but as one monster. A being who could vanish, overwhelm, endure, and obliterate at will.
