In the capital city of Avaloria, chaos had taken over. A shrill evacuation siren blared across the sky, echoing through every street. It was the signal only reserved for the worst possible disaster.
People screamed and ran for their lives, clutching children, carrying belongings, fleeing in panic as guards yelled for citizens to leave the city immediately.
Amidst all that chaos, outside the crumbling district walls, Alex remained kneeling quietly beside Selena’s corpse. His hands trembled slightly, but his eyes were fixed on her face—blank, lifeless, peaceful in the most tragic way.
He didn’t move. He didn’t blink. He simply knelt there, surrounded by death and silence.
Seeing this, Arya clicked her tongue softly. Her green hair fluttered in the spreading gust of mana storms as she looked over the devastation around her.
"Pathetic..." she muttered, pulling out a small communication device from her ring. The screen flickered to life.
"This is Arya," she said quickly. "Send help immediately. Master Kyle is engaging in combat alone within the Human Empire’s territory. We’ll soon be surrounded by their armies if we stay any longer."
A voice responded almost instantly through the device. "Acknowledged. Reinforcements will be deployed at once."
Satisfied, Arya smiled faintly and lowered the communicator. But then her eyes caught something—movement a few meters ahead. Her gaze locked on the silver-haired boy kneeling beside Selena’s body.
Her heart skipped. The boy’s face was familiar. His features were sharp, unmistakable.
’No way... that’s him,’ she thought, her expression changing.
Recognition turned to excitement. As her lips curved upward in a sinister smile, she thought, ’If I kill him here, Master Kyle will be very pleased.’
Silently, she drew her sword from her storage ring and began walking toward Alex, her footsteps quiet, measured, predatory.
She moved closer, slowly, watching him with cold focus. The silver-haired boy didn’t even move.
A few meters away, Azrael noticed her intent instantly. His eyes widened in alarm. "Alex! Look out!"
He sprinted toward him—only for a familiar figure to step into his path.
Silas.
"Where do you think you’re going, boy?" Silas said, his mocking smile twisting his still-damaged face.
Azrael growled. "You again! Move out of the way!"
Silas tilted his head slightly, his eyes glimmering red. "And why should I? You’re weaker now... drained. Master Kyle took almost everything from you. Seems like a perfect time to finish what we started."
He flicked his wrist, and a spear of condensed spiritual energy materialized in his grip. Without warning, Silas lunged.
Azrael barely managed to dodge, the spear grazing his shoulder as the ground behind him exploded from the impact. His movement was sluggish, unnatural—his body not responding like before.
"Damn it... he’s right. I’m weakened..." Azrael hissed under his breath, raising his arm and forming a shadowy blade. He clashed with Silas again, but every blow pushed him back farther from Alex.
No matter how he tried to slip past, Silas always intercepted his path—smiling, blocking every route forward.
Meanwhile, Alex still knelt motionless, unmoving, staring into nothing.
Inside his mind, everything felt cold, hollow.
’Again...’ he thought numbly.
’Someone close to me... left again.’
His breath quickened.
’Every time I try to get close to someone—every single time—they either betray me... or they die.’
The air around him began to tremble. His aura changed—dense, suffocating. The ground cracked beneath his knees. Mana surged violently, distorting the air around him.
The system’s mechanical voice echoed urgently in his mind.
[ Host, calm yourself! At this rate, your mana core will collapse! ]
[ Containment failure imminent! ]
[ Damn it... it looks like I’ll have to do something’] the system muttered inwardly, its tone sharp and rushed.
The mana around Alex reached critical levels, swirling with chaotic intensity.
Suddenly, blue system windows flickered one after another before his eyes.
[ Warning: Unknown energy surge detected. ]
[ Skill: (Unknown) awakening in progress. ]
[ Sealed core synchronization commencing. ]
He didn’t respond. He didn’t even blink. His eyes stayed fixed on Selena’s body as golden and crimson lines of energy began to crawl across his skin.
Arya had reached him now.
Even though the violent fluctuations of mana made it nearly impossible to approach, she pushed through, her armor cracking, her body trembling under the crushing pressure.
’Almost there... just a little closer,’ she thought, grinning with excitement. ’If I kill him now, Master Kyle will reward me beyond imagination.’
She drew her sword again—pure light condensed into a deadly edge. Raising it high above her head, she aimed for Alex’s neck and swung down—
But before the blade could even touch him, Alex suddenly looked up.
His eyes glowed gold, cold and hollow.
"Did you do this?" he asked quietly.
Time seemed to stop.
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