Divine Mask: I Have Numerous God Clones

Roxana stood at the heart of the storm, her entire body trembling as the full force of the seventh thunder strike crashed into her.

Her muscles tightened, her dragon wings trembling under the immense pressure. The sky howled above her as if the heavens themselves were trying to tear her apart. Every ounce of her strength felt stretched to the breaking point.

But her Volcanic Dragon Physique held firm.

"Is this all you've got?" Roxana growled through gritted teeth, her voice laced with defiance. Her eyes, glowing with molten fire, stared into the chaotic storm as the lightning continued to surge through her.

The fusion of her body with the Volcanic Dragon Core had made her stronger than she had ever been.

The synergy between her Divine Scripture, the Volcanic Dragon Core Divine Scripture, and her physical form was perfect. She could feel the energy intertwining with every fiber of her being, amplifying her power to unimaginable heights.

The storm raged, unrelenting, but Roxana stood her ground. "Come on!" she shouted, her voice a roar that cut through the thunder. "I can take more than this!"

Her body glowed with intense fiery energy as the seventh strike coursed through her. The destructive power tried to overwhelm her, but her volcanic resilience tempered its force. Her dark red scales shimmered, glowing from the heat, even as cracks began to form across them.

Sweat dripped down her brow, evaporating the moment it touched her burning skin. Blood seeped from the wounds where the lightning had broken through her defenses, and every muscle in her body screamed in agony.

Her breaths came in ragged gasps, each one a fight against the searing pain coursing through her veins.

Yet, through it all, she felt something stir deep within her.

She let out a weak laugh, her voice hoarse but filled with determination. "You really thought you could break me?" Her smirk was defiant, her eyes narrowed in fierce concentration.

As the final echoes of the seventh strike faded into silence, Roxana's body surged with newfound power. The once oppressive storm had become a distant memory, its force no match for what now raged within her.

"Too bad," she whispered, her voice low and dark, carrying a sense of triumph. Her lips curled into a smirk, eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

Her mana surged violently, filling every inch of her body with raw, untamed energy. She felt it coursing through her veins, more powerful than ever before. The seventh star? She had obliterated it. It was no longer a milestone—it was beneath her.

A quiet chuckle escaped her as she stood there, feeling the overwhelming force rising exponentially inside her. "This... this is what true power feels like," she muttered, her voice barely audible over the crackling remnants of energy around her.

Roxana could sense her Volcanic Dragon Physique reaching its perfect form, every cell in her body resonating with volcanic heat and strength.

Her once battle-worn body was now becoming something far more formidable, something complete. The Volcanic Dragon Core had done more than just empower her—it had transformed her entirely.

She raised her hand, watching as it glowed with fiery light, the heat surrounding her intensifying with each passing moment. Her eyes narrowed, focused on the sheer magnitude of what she had become.

"Seven-star?" she scoffed quietly, shaking her head as a wry smile played across her lips. "That was just the beginning."

Her mana flared once more, and in that instant, she could feel herself soaring to the peak of eight-star. The power was staggering, more immense than anything she had ever imagined.

It flowed through her smoothly now, no longer wild and untamed. Her body, glowing with fiery brilliance, had become the perfect vessel for this boundless energy.

The combination of her perfect physique, the latent mana she had stored, and the Volcanic Dragon Core had pushed her beyond her limits. She had transcended.

As the dark clouds above began to dissipate, revealing the first slivers of calm sky, Roxana inhaled deeply.

Her body was still marred with wounds from the tribulation, but the healing had already begun. The intense power she now held was stabilizing, settling into her core as her form adapted to its newfound strength.

"I've surpassed everything I thought possible," she murmured to herself, her voice steady, but filled with awe. The weight of her achievements finally began to sink in. She was no longer just Roxana Volcaria—she had become something far greater. Something legendary.

She smirked, her eyes flashing with a dangerous glint, the fire in her soul blazing hotter than ever. "The possibilities…" Her voice trailed off, filled with both anticipation and excitement. "They're endless now."

But for now, there was something left to be done.

Roxana glanced at her surroundings, the barren landscape around her still smoldering from the aftermath of her transformation. Her smirk faded into a serious expression as she clenched her fists, feeling the power surge beneath her skin.

"First thing's first," Roxana muttered under her breath, her eyes narrowing with determination, her voice edged with steely focus. "Stabilize."

She took a deep breath, her chest rising as the heated air filled her lungs. Slowly, she closed her eyes, allowing the world around her to fade away.

Her focus turned inward, to the storm of power raging within her. She could feel the wild energy pulsating, chaotic and untamed, and she knew she had to take control.

A few moments later, she let out a slow, satisfied breath. Her smirk returned, her eyes opening, now filled with a confident glint. "There it is," she said, her tone laced with satisfaction. "Now we're ready."

Roxana's gaze lifted, her eyes turning toward the horizon, her expression shifting from satisfaction to excitement. Her mind was already at work, the gears turning as she thought of what came next.

"Oh, something big is coming," she whispered to herself, her voice carrying a hint of anticipation, her eyes glinting with eagerness. She could almost feel the thrill of the next challenge, the next conquest.

Her smirk widened, her dragon claws flexing as she envisioned the path ahead. "And I'm ready for it."