He returned to Lila after a long journey, and his return brought great fortune to the land. Along with him came many heroes, determined and willing to fight for his cause. Suddenly, a wind blew from the heavens to the earth, and floods covered the land. The warriors, filled with fear, retreated, but the heroes stood their ground and observed the unfolding scene. As the wind faded, the gods descended from the heavens. The heroes greeted them with reverence, and the gods, in turn, greeted Nate warmly after descending from the heavenly realm. They are glowing in their clothes and their clothes is as white as the clouds, they are wearing gold armor full of divine powers.
On the left stood a god with a charming appearance, clad in shining war armor. He was known throughout the heavenly realms as the God of War. On the right stood another deity—an attractive goddess with a stern, unsmiling face. She was the Goddess of Cold. Between them stood a humble and kind-looking god dressed in white robes, adorned with symbols upon his head. He was the God of Fire from the Second Realm. They come from different realm but they are all in heavenly realm.
These divine beings had journeyed from their respective realms to meet Nate. They had heard whispers of the mortal world's turmoil. As they listened, one of the heroes stepped forward to speak. Nate explained that all his actions had a purpose. They sat together, sharing stories and laughter, as if celebrating the fleeting moments of peace—like a leopard basking in the glory of its age.
That night, as Nate wandered through his chamber, a letter arrived magically from Jos. It read:
"Frad is very angry with you. You must return to Moha immediately. Your return will determine your fate. Be extremely cautious on the road."
With a flick of his hand, Nate caused the letter to vanish into his palm. He returned to his chamber, sat on his couch, wrote in his journal, and meditated deeply to restore his magic. He remained in meditation until the last candle flickered out.
At dawn, Nate summoned his warriors and heroes. The gods returned to their realms as Nate began the journey to Moha. They marched through day and night, and upon reaching Moha, they were warmly welcomed by the people—many of whom had seen Nate in their dreams. He made his way to the royal palace, where the king received him with honor, though a shadow of sadness lingered in the king's expression.
"You must be exhausted from your journey," the king said gently. "Go and get some rest."
Nate went to his chamber, set down his weapons, and changed into a clean white robe. Soon, his friends arrived. Jos met him with a lion's determined stride. They embraced joyfully, and Nate saw Jos looking over reports in his chamber.
They spoke at length. Jos detailed the events in Moha during Nate's absence, while Nar added urgently:
"Time is slipping away. The situation worsens daily. The people are desperate. We must act swiftly—the kingdom can't endure much longer, time is ticking off."
They planned their next moves carefully. Nate assured them he had visited their homeland and that preparations were in place. Jos spoke of the joy soon to come and of Nate's marriage to a Moha woman to earn the people's trust. Jos trusted her deeply.
Later that evening, the gods appeared to Nate once more, congratulating him on his return. They brought grave news: it was time for Nate to awaken his divine power. He was the leader of all the gods, and to claim his rightful place, he had to ascend through the legendary Seventy-Seven Thunder Trials at Mount Kunlun.
The ritual began. Winds howled, clouds churned, and lightning burst from the heavens. Far away, Frad sensed the immense energy from his chamber. Realizing a new god was being born, he teleported toward the light. But he was too late—the divine formation had already begun, and the gods protecting it were too powerful to stop.
As Nate rose toward the heavens, thunder struck him repeatedly—seventy times. Weakened and falling, a vision of his mother appeared, urging him to stand strong. His divine essence ignited, lifting him again to receive the final seven thunder strikes. When the last bolt struck, lightning descended in the form of an immortal, merging with him.
Across all three realms and the mortal world, beings witnessed the celestial event. In Zealitya, his mother looked to the sky and knew—his godhood had awakened. What made Nate truly unique was that he possessed the golden essence of all gods combined.
He descended and sat in deep meditation. The gods welcomed him:
"Welcome, my lord, Breaker of the Seven Doors. We have awaited your return for centuries."
They bowed before him as he rose and stand on their feet.
"The race has begun," he declared. "We will rebuild the lost kingdoms and restore the heavenly realms."
With confidence, he lifted his sword toward the sky. Thunder roared and lightning struck the earth. The world trembled beneath the force of his words.
"The race is about to begin!"