The skies above the Spirit Realm rippled like water disturbed by a falling stone. Lyra, the Spirit Queen, materialized in the sky with grace befitting a queen, her flowing silver-blue robes fluttering around her as if reality itself bowed to her presence.
She had been in deep meditation—when a jarring sensation shattered her focus. One of her guardian spirits... was dead.
’What...?’ she thought, rising slowly. She reached out through the thread of spirit energy, only to recoil.
The spirit’s soul had been reduced to nothing but charred remnants—its once-pure essence corrupted and incinerated.
’No ordinary force could have done this... Not to a Greater Spirit.’
Then it struck her—ominous energy... from the Graveyard of the Dark Spirits.
Her eyes widened. ’The grave... the chains...’
With a thunderous clap of wind, she vanished from the sky and reappeared before the massive cratered tombstone. Her breath caught as she beheld what lay before her.
The chains were broken.
No divine seal remained.
And there, standing calmly in front of the now-empty grave, was a black-haired man... smiling.
"Mortal," Lyra hissed, her voice trembling with fury, "do you even comprehend what you’ve done?"
Her presence darkened the sky, power crackling at her fingertips.
"That spirit... is evil incarnate. You’ve just bonded with a catastrophe!"
Kyle tilted his head, expression unbothered. "Sorry, Your Highness," he said coolly, "but that’s for me to decide."
Lyra’s hands lifted, and streams of radiant chains burst toward Kyle and Silas—divine bindings meant to cage sins older than time itself.
Kyle’s eyes flashed. "Sabrina—now."
A massive barrier of swirling black and red light formed around him—burning like a forbidden eclipse. The Queen’s chains collided with the shield and disintegrated.
Lyra’s lips parted in shock. ’That barrier... impossible.’
"You’re too late, Lyra," Silas said mockingly, stepping forward beside Kyle. His voice was rough, malicious, and amused all at once. "I’m free now."
Then, as their bodies began to dissolve into particles of light, Silas looked back.
"I will come back once I’ve recovered all my strength, and at that time," he said, voice like steel on stone, "that monstrous person won’t be around to save you... sister."
They vanished.
And for the first time in centuries, the Spirit Queen screamed.
"DAMN IT!!"
The air around her warped with rage. She clenched her fists. "That bastard escaped... and now a catastrophe walks free." Her breath heaved. "And that boy... his essence... it’s familiar. A Primordial. No—it’s worse."
Her eyes narrowed.
"He’s an Avatar of a Primordial..."
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Inside the Whispering Forest of Zenith Academy—
Kyle Celestian’s eyes opened slowly.
The filtered sunlight felt too warm for the place he had just escaped.
Professor Livana stood before him, smiling kindly. "Looks like everything went well," she said. "So... did you manage to bond with one?"
Kyle rose to his feet with calm elegance. "Yes, ma’am. I managed to bond with one."
In his mind, he sent a silent command. ’Silas—take the form of a bird.’
A smooth voice echoed back. "As you wish, Master."
Kyle’s thoughts shifted again. ’Sabrina... mask him. I don’t want anyone sensing he’s a dark spirit.’
[Understood,] she responded. [I will erase his presence as much as I can.]
Kyle nodded slightly, then turned to Livana.
"Thank you, ma’am. Even though I’m not an academy student, you still gave me a chance. Because of that, I was able to bond."
"That’s good to hear," Livana said warmly. "Can I see it?"
Kyle lifted his hand. "Come out."
A swirl of shadow coalesced on his shoulder. From it emerged a small, black crow with piercing crimson eyes and a crown-like mark on its forehead—mysterious, elegant, and deceptively cute.
Livana smiled. "Oh, it’s a cute one."
"Yes," Kyle replied, smiling faintly. "It is."
Livana checked the time. "Alright then, it’s time we head back. Your grandfather might be looking for you."
"Yes, ma’am," Kyle replied.
As they left the forest together, the little black spirit curled on Kyle’s shoulder, its crimson eyes glowing faintly as it looked back toward the trees—where the Spirit Realm still trembled from what had just been unleashed.
As they walked side by side toward Zenith Academy, Livana suddenly adjusted her glasses and turned to Kyle.
"I have some urgent work to attend to," she said, her tone polite but brisk. "Do you know the way to the headmaster’s office?"
Kyle nodded with ease. "Yes, ma’am, I do."
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