When a God of Destruction Was Reincarnated in Tensura:

Draguel stood in the central hall of his citadel, overlooking the expansive land that had been his domain for centuries. The celestial glow from the ancient stones carved into the pillars bathed the room in a soft, ethereal light. It was here that Draguel had seen many leaders rise and fall, but now the time had come for him to make a decision of his own. The time had come to choose his successor.

His mind wandered to the great responsibility that lay ahead. Ruling was not just about power—it was about wisdom, strength, foresight, and the ability to make choices that would affect countless lives. He had ruled for a long time, guiding his kingdom through countless challenges, but now, with the rise of the Keepers and the shifting dynamics of the world, it was time for him to step down. He knew it would not be an easy decision, for the fate of his kingdom would rest on the shoulders of one of his own.

As Draguel pondered this, the door to the hall opened, and Glassord, his elder brother, walked in. Behind him came his three sons: Dagura, the firstborn, who carried with him the raw power and strength of their lineage; Liura, the second son, calm and calculating, known for his wisdom and ability to analyze situations from every angle; and Debura, the third son, with a fierce spirit and an unyielding will, who was often seen as the most unpredictable but also the most passionate.

"Draguel," Glassord said, his voice carrying the weight of years of experience, "I know you have come to a difficult decision. It is time to choose your successor, but it cannot be done lightly. The kingdom you have built is one that requires not just power, but the wisdom to guide it into the future."

Draguel nodded, his eyes scanning the faces of his sons. He knew that this was not an easy task, and he also knew that each of them had their strengths and weaknesses. He had seen them grow, each developing in their own unique way. But now, he would have to make a choice—a decision that would impact the future of the kingdom and his family.

"I have made my decision," Draguel said, his voice firm. "I will not choose my successor lightly. Each of you will undergo a trial—a trial that will test your strength, your wisdom, your heart, and your leadership. The one who proves most worthy will take my place as the ruler of our kingdom."

The citadel trembled as the trials began. Each of Draguel's sons was sent to a different realm—one designed to test the very core of their being. The trials would not only test their abilities but would also force them to confront their own fears and limitations.

Dagura's Trial: The Trial of Strength and Leadership

Dagura found himself standing in a vast, barren wasteland. The ground beneath him was cracked, and the sky above was a swirling mass of dark clouds. Before him stood an army of shadowy figures—enemies that seemed to emerge from the very fabric of the land itself. The trial was clear: defeat the army, but the challenge was greater than just fighting—he had to lead the charge and coordinate his attacks.

As the enemy forces charged forward, Dagura summoned his divine power, raising his blade high. He struck the first wave of enemies with brutal force, his sword cleaving through them with ease. But as the battle raged on, Dagura realized that sheer strength alone would not win this fight. He needed strategy, coordination, and a clear mind.

"Lead them, Dagura!" a voice echoed in his mind.

With that realization, he took control of the battlefield, directing his forces with precision. His strength became a beacon for the others, rallying them in the face of overwhelming odds. He used his power not only to defeat the enemy but to inspire those around him.

After a fierce and exhausting battle, Dagura emerged victorious, standing tall amid the fallen foes. The illusion shattered, and he found himself back in the citadel, his heart racing. He had passed the trial—his strength, combined with his newfound leadership abilities, had earned him a place in the running for the throne.

Liura's Trial: The Trial of Wisdom and Diplomacy

Liura's trial was set in a magnificent palace, where he was presented with a dilemma that only a wise ruler could solve. He found himself standing before a council of kings and queens from neighboring realms, each of them vying for his favor. A great war was on the horizon, and Liura had to find a way to prevent it without compromising his kingdom's interests.

As the representatives argued and bickered, Liura remained silent, listening carefully to each side. He could feel the pressure mounting, knowing that the fate of millions rested on his ability to make the right choice. The room grew heated, and the council members became increasingly divided.

"Enough!" Liura called out, his voice calm yet commanding. "This war will not be avoided through force. It will be avoided through understanding."

He turned to each representative, carefully considering their concerns. He used his wisdom to suggest a series of compromises that would benefit both sides, ensuring that peace could be achieved without sacrificing his kingdom's strength.

In the end, the council agreed to a treaty—one that would preserve the peace and ensure that Draguel's kingdom remained strong. The illusion dissipated, and Liura stood victorious. He had passed the trial—not through brute force, but through diplomacy and wisdom.

Debura's Trial: The Trial of Willpower and Sacrifice

Debura's trial was the most difficult of all. He found himself standing in the midst of a raging storm, with lightning crackling around him. The storm represented his inner turmoil—the fear that he was not enough to lead, the doubt that he could handle the immense responsibility of ruling. In the heart of the storm, he saw his father, Draguel, standing on a distant cliff, watching him with a solemn expression.

"You must prove your worth, Debura," Draguel's voice echoed. "You must face the storm within you."

Debura knew that the storm was not just a physical challenge—it was a test of his resolve. He had always been passionate, but at times that passion led him to act recklessly. Now, he had to face the consequences of his past actions.

With a deep breath, Debura summoned every ounce of willpower within him. He confronted the storm head-on, using his fiery spirit to calm the raging winds and dispel the lightning. As he faced his inner demons, he understood that leadership was not just about passion—it was about balance, control, and sacrifice.

When the storm finally subsided, Debura stood at the center of the calm. His father's voice reached him again.

"You have passed the trial, Debura. You have proven that you can overcome the storms of your own heart."

As the trials came to an end, Draguel stood before his sons, watching them with a mixture of pride and sadness. He knew that each of them had grown in ways he could never have imagined, but only one could rule.

"Dagura," Draguel said, his voice strong, "your strength is unparalleled, but leadership is more than just power. You have the heart of a warrior, but I need more than that from my successor."

"Liura," Draguel continued, "your wisdom is beyond compare. You can lead with your mind, but you must also learn to trust your heart. Your path is one of intellect, but you must also embrace the strength of your bloodline."

"Debura," Draguel said, his voice softening, "your willpower is unmatched. You have faced your own inner turmoil and overcome it. But a ruler must always keep their emotions in check. Your passion is your greatest strength, but it can also be your greatest weakness."

Finally, Draguel turned to Glassord, who had silently observed the trials.

"Glassord," Draguel said, "you are the one who has carried the weight of this kingdom for so long. You have the wisdom, the strength, and the resolve to lead us into a new era."

With a solemn nod, Draguel placed his hand on Glassord's shoulder. "You are my successor, Glassord. May you rule with both the wisdom of your heart and the strength of our bloodline."

The kingdom erupted in cheers, and Draguel knew that his legacy would live on through his brother. The trials had proven that Glassord was the right choice to lead their people into the future.

With the trials complete and the succession settled, Draguel stepped down, leaving the throne in the capable hands of Glassord. His sons, though disappointed, understood that their time would come in other ways. The kingdom was in good hands, and Draguel could now rest, knowing that his family would continue to guide the kingdom with wisdom, strength, and heart. The new era had begun.