Clark, André, Celine, and I gather around the breakfast table, enjoying a hearty meal together.
The table is adorned with a feast: fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, fresh toast with butter and jam, and a bowl of mixed fruits, including strawberries, blueberries, and apple slices. A stack of pancakes, glistening with maple syrup, and a pitcher of orange juice complete the spread, a delight to our senses.
Despite the silence, a serene contentment fills the air. We sit together, enjoying the meal and the quiet moments of togetherness, a sense of peace settling over us.
Despite the peaceful setting, my mind keeps drifting back to that dream of the skill. It was so vivid and intense. The fierce battle between the man and the demon, the rise and fall of their Arcane Dominions, and the endless cycle of struggle and loss all feel strangely significant.
The System has been frustratingly vague about how the Skill works. There are no explanations or instructions, just an activation that thrusts me into a surreal experience.
Is the dream a glimpse of the past, a vision of the future, or something else entirely? And what does "borrowing the blank" mean? Could it have been someone else's memory? Was it something that will happen in the future? What happened in the past or something that happened in an alternate timeline?
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The System appears but doesn’t help my confusion, which slightly irritates me.
“Tch…”
I need answers, but the System isn't offering any. If I'm going to figure this out, I'll have to do it alone.
"Dominic, are you okay?"
André's voice snaps me out of my thoughts. He, Clark, and Celine look at me with concern, and their worried expressions bring me back to the present.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I reply, smiling. But the dream still lingers, refusing to be dismissed so easily.
Seeing André and Celine are here, I should probably ask. The dream felt too significant to ignore; perhaps they might have some insight to help me figure out what the Skill can do.
"Actually, can I ask you all something?" I say, looking at them intently. "I had this strange dream last night, and it's been bothering me since I woke up. Have you ever experienced something like that? A dream so real and intense that it stays with you even after you wake up?"
They exchange glances, curiosity, and concern deepening in their eyes. Maybe they can help me make sense of the vision that invaded my sleep.
"Well, I had a dream where I met a beautiful woman," André says, a nostalgic smile tugging at his lips. "At first, I thought a woman that beautiful only existed in dreams, but it turns out she was real."
André then looks lovingly at Celine. "The woman was your mother."
Celine blushes deeply, her hand covering her mouth. "Oh, dear, you're so sweet," she murmurs, her eyes twinkling with warmth.
The tender moment between André and Celine makes me smile, momentarily easing the tension from my troubling dream.
"Oh! Oh! I also had a dream!" Clark raises his hand excitedly. "I met a gingerbread man, and we kept talking and had a tea party!"
I can't help but laugh at Clark's innocent enthusiasm. His dream is whimsical and lighthearted, starkly contrasting with the dark and intense visions plaguing my sleep. His joy is infectious, and it lightens the mood around the table.
Their answers mix reality and fantasy. André's dream manifests in something tangible, while Clark's is pure imagination. Neither response provides the clarity I'm hoping for, but they offer some perspective. Dreams can mean different things to different people or be nothing at all.
"Seems like everyone's having interesting dreams," I say, trying to keep the conversation going. "Mine was just... different. Intense, you know?"
Celine looks at me with concern, her motherly instinct kicking in.
"What was it about, Dominic?"
"Well…"
I take a deep breath and begin to recount the entire dream to them. I describe the city of Aurelior in chaos, the fierce battle between two powerful figures—Domy and a demon—who planned to unseal something, the clash of their Arcane Dominions, and Domy's tragic death. Of course, I leave out the part about the Skill that brought the dream to life.
As I speak, the room grows quiet, the lighthearted atmosphere replaced by a sad one. My family listens intently, their expressions shifting from curiosity to concern.
“Well, that’s about it…” I speak.
But for some reason, I felt like I had forgotten about something…no…someone…but I can’t remember who it was.
"That sounds intense, Dominic," André says, his brows furrowed. "Dreams can sometimes reflect our deepest fears and anxieties."
Celine nods, reaching out to place a comforting hand on mine. "It must have been terrifying to witness all that, even in a dream. But remember, it's just a dream. We're here for you."
Clark's eyes are wide with awe. "Wow, that sounds like an adventure! But scary, too. I'm glad you're okay, big brother."
Their support and understanding warm my heart. Despite the dream's unsettling nature, I feel a little relief sharing it with them. But deep down, I know I can't let my guard down. The dream—or vision, or whatever it was—felt too real, too vivid to dismiss.
"Thanks, everyone," I say, managing a small smile, though it feels forced. "I guess it was just my mind playing tricks on me."
We continued our breakfast, the earlier tension dissipating as we chatted and enjoyed each other's company. But even as the conversation shifts back to lighter topics, the dream lingers in my mind, a shadow I can't shake.
“International Breaking News! A new [A] Ranked Stargate has appeared in Lumina Falls, Celestria, and Ember Citadel!”
The sudden announcement blares from the television, yanking my attention toward it. Images of swirling, ominous Stargates hover ominously above Celestria, Lumina Falls, and Ember Citadel, their dark energy pulsating against clear skies. The visuals are almost hypnotic, but the weight of what they represent snaps me back to reality.
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Three [A] Ranked Stargates... all at once?
A tight knot forms in my stomach. I can’t help but feel the danger looming closer, the threat now tangible in these ominous portals. The news anchor's voice cuts through the growing tension in the room.
“Authorities are urging all civilians to evacuate the surrounding areas as specialized Stargate Raider teams are being mobilized. These Stargates are considered highly dangerous, and only top-tier Raiding groups are authorized to engage.”
I glance around the room. André’s face is unreadable at first glance, but I can see the tension in his clenched jaw, the subtle way his hands have stilled mid-movement. Celine’s brow is furrowed, her eyes glued to the screen, her concern plain. Even Clark has fallen silent, the previous lightheartedness of our morning now utterly overshadowed by the gravity of the news.
“A new Stargate at Lumina Falls…” André mutters under his breath, barely loud enough to hear. His eyes narrow, deep in thought, already strategizing, planning.
My heart picks up speed. Another high-ranked Stargate. Just like the one in the Greenwood Region that pulled André away recently. And now, three [A] Ranked Stargates at once? This is something new, something different.
“Do you think they’ll need you for this one?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady, though unease flickers at the edges.
André turns toward me, his expression softening, though the weight of the situation is clear in his eyes. “It’s hard to say, Dominic. But these Stargates… they’re becoming more frequent. Don’t worry. Each nation has its own Stargate Raiding guilds, and they’re more than capable of handling them.”
Celine remains fixated on the screen. “I just hope they can,” she murmurs. “Three [A] Ranked Stargates at once... that’s unheard of.” Her voice carries the unspoken worry we all feel—what if they can’t handle it?
The room feels heavier, and the atmosphere is thick with the gravity of the situation. This isn’t just any Stargate announcement. It could reshape entire regions, especially with three appearing simultaneously. The tension grips tighter.
As I sit there, the weight of the dream from last night creeps back into my mind. Was the fierce battle between Domy and the demon, the Arcane Dominions clashing, the struggle against a seemingly unstoppable cycle connected to this? Could the dream have been a warning? Was Chronicle Insight showing me something related to these Stargates?
I analyze the timeline in my head. We’re still a year before the main events described in the web novel. That’s significant. This sudden emergence of multiple Stargates wasn’t part of the web novel—it never happened in the version of Sylvestria I know. And if I can’t rely on the novel’s events to guide me anymore, I am alone here.
I shake my head, trying to dispel the thoughts. No. There’s no clear connection between my dream and these Stargates. I can’t draw any real conclusions from it yet.
The dream might have just been a product of the Skill itself, a look at something irrelevant to this current situation. But still, the timing of it all gnaws at me, and I can’t completely let go of the idea that something bigger is at play.
For now, though, I need to stay grounded in the present. There’s too much uncertainty to get lost in speculation.
“Let’s see what happens,” André says, his tone calm but firm. “The guilds will handle it.”
His confidence should be reassuring, but I can’t shake the gnawing feeling in my mind. The news of the Stargates, the dream—everything feels like it’s building toward something I’m not ready for.
I have a bad feeling about this.
My eyes flick toward the hallway leading to the stairs. If things go south, I need to be prepared. If something more dangerous awaits, I must be ready to defend myself.
I should bring both of ‘Galahad’s Judgement’... just in case.
Without saying a word, I push back from the breakfast table and quietly make my way down the hall, each step feeling heavier than the last.
I ascend the stairs, the silence in the house only amplifying the tension beneath my skin. The weight of the situation presses down on me with each step.
Once I’m inside my room, I move straight to my desk. I pull the bottom drawer open and retrieve both of Galahad’s Judgement.
The weight of the guns feels comforting. The cold metal under my fingers is reassuring as I trace the engraved patterns on their surfaces.
I carefully place both guns into my bag, ensuring they’re securely tucked away but easily accessible if the need arises. The bag’s leather strap digs into my shoulder as I sling it on, the weight a constant reminder of the responsibility I now carry.
For a moment, I stand in the quiet of my room, letting the gravity of the situation wash over me. I don’t know if I’ll need these weapons, but my growing unease tells me it’s better to be over-prepared than caught off guard.
With one last glance at the now-empty case on my desk, I turn toward the door. The weight of the guns offers a strange sense of comfort, but it’s not enough to completely dispel the bad feeling still churning in my gut.
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We finished breakfast, and I’m standing outside the front door, ready to head to middle school. The morning air is crisp, refreshing even, but it does little to shake the lingering weight of my thoughts. The remnants of the dream, the news about the Stargates—it all hovers in my mind like a shadow that refuses to dissipate.
"Dominic, wait!"
André's voice cuts through my thoughts, grounding me in the present. I stop mid-step and turn to see him walking toward me; his expression etched with both seriousness and concern.
"Yeah?" I ask, though I already know what’s coming.
"Be safe at school, okay? If a Stargate appears near your school, go to the evacuation center."
Though meant to reassure me, his words only amplify the uncertainty I’ve felt since waking up. As if on cue, the dream flashes in my mind again—its vividness, the intensity of it—the battle between Domy and the demon. And now, three Stargates, all [A] ranked, suddenly appeared across Celestria.
Is it just a coincidence? Or something more?
I try to push the thought away.
"Thanks, Dad. I will," I reply, giving him a reassuring nod, though the unease in my chest continues to twist tighter.
André’s lips curve into a small smile, and he rushes my hair.
"I know you will!"
His playful gesture does little to mask the worry lingering in his eyes.
I push his hand away gently, smiling back. "Well, bye, Dad."
As I leave, my thoughts spiral back to the dream again. The appearance of these Stargates and the events in the dream feel too intertwined to be ignored. Is there a link between them? Is that how the Skill works? The uncertainty gnaws at me.
I shake my head in frustration, trying to clear the growing dread. No, it shouldn't be connected. The dream was set in Aurelior while I was still in this town. But then again, what if the dream showed me something that would happen? A glimpse into the future?
The thought sends another chill down my spine.
No…
Shaking my head more forcefully this time. Maybe...I’m overthinking things. The dream was probably just that....a dream. A strange one, yes, but nothing more. Maybe my mind is playing tricks on me, blending real-world stress with the skill I activated.
Still, a nagging part of me wonders if I’m wrong. And what if I am?
I glance back at the house once more. André is still there, watching me from the doorway, his expression softened with concern and affection. The way he stands there—always watching, always protective—reminds me of how much he’s done for me, even when I wasn’t truly his Dominic.
I raise my hand in a final wave, trying to mask my unease with a confident smile. He waves back, and I turn toward the road, determined to keep my senses sharp and my mind open, no matter what this day—or the future—may bring.
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The early morning chill still hangs in the air as I walk toward my middle school, biting at my skin.
“Haa!” I stretch my arms upward, yawning deeply in a futile attempt to shake off the remnants of sleep. Last night’s dream lingers in my mind like a fog that refuses to clear, heavy and unsettling. But as I approach the school gates, I force myself to push it aside. Focus on today, I tell myself, just get through the day.
Passing through the gates, I immediately notice the usual whispers and stares from other students. It doesn’t matter how much time passes; I always seem to stand out. Blending in is just out of reach, as though I carry something unseen that draws attention no matter where I go.
Eventually, I reach my classroom. The familiar spots where Arthur, Lumi, and I sit are conspicuously empty. Arthur’s absence is especially noticeable—it leaves a hollow feeling, but I ignore it. I walk over to my seat and drop my bag onto the desk, trying to settle in and find some sense of normalcy.
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But then, snippets of a conversation from nearby desks drift toward me, interrupting my thoughts.
"Hey, have you heard about the Stargates appearing more frequently lately?"
"Yeah, it’s crazy! There are way more than usual!"
"Oh my god, I’m so scared."
Hearing them talk sends a twinge of anxiety through me. The news about the increased Stargate activity spreads faster than I expected, and it seems everyone is on edge. I glance toward the window, and my thoughts immediately pull back to last night, the dream, and the Chronicle Insight.
The dream, the news… I try to piece everything together, but it feels like I’m grasping at fragments that don’t quite fit. Am I just overthinking this?
Even though I keep shrugging it off, pretending it’s not connected… I can’t shake the nagging feeling that I may miss something important. Three new Stargates in one announcement, all high-ranked—and then that dream. The timing is too close to ignore. But what am I supposed to do with that information?
Chronicle Insight has shown me things that feel significant but vague and incomplete. The vision of that battle… was it a warning? Or is it just a random event from another time? And if these Stargates are connected to what I saw, what exactly does that mean for me?
I don’t want to admit it, but the thought of something even bigger—something worse—lurking on the horizon is hard to shake.
“Doms, are you okay?” Arthur's voice cuts through the haze of my thoughts.
I blink and look up, realizing he’s sitting beside me, his expression concerned. How had I not noticed him?
“Oh…uhh…Morning, Arthur,” I reply, doing my best to sound casual, but the weight of last night’s dream still clings to me like a heavy fog, and I know it’s not something I can just shake off. “I’m fine…”
Arthur raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying my attempt to play it off. “You sure about that?”
“Yeah…just tired.” I brush it off, but my voice betrays me.
But the more I try to brush it off, the more the dream gnaws at me. Maybe I should ask Arthur. I’m still trying to figure out how the "Chronicle Insight" Skill works; maybe his answer could shed some light on it.
“Arthur, I have a question.”
"Shoot."
"Have you ever experienced a real and intense dream that stays with you after you wake up?"
Arthur strokes his chin thoughtfully before answering. “Well, there was that dream where I became a king, ruling a kingdom with knights and everything.”
I can’t help but chuckle. "King of a kingdom, huh? What was the name?"
"Uhh… I think it started with 'Cam'... Camel... Camelot? Cameland? No, that’s not right." He trails off, struggling to remember.
I can’t help but snicker inwardly. Arthur, king of Camelot? He’s like an Arthurian Legend easter egg in the world of Sylvestria.
"What else happened in the dream?" I ask, half-amused but curious.
Arthur’s expression grows more serious. "Well, my kingdom got invaded. I went out with one of my knights to stop them, but when I got back, one of the knights I left in charge launched a rebellion. We fought, and I killed him… but I ended up getting killed too. It didn’t make sense, but it felt so real, you know?"
I nod, my amusement fading. Arthur’s dream, while fantastical like Clark’s, carries a strange weight to it—something about betrayal, struggle, and loss. It’s still far from what I experienced, though. His dream, vivid as it may be, feels more like a story, not something tied to reality.
“That sounded… a bit extreme…” I say, trying to lighten the mood.
"Yeah, it was just a dream, but it felt real. I woke up sweating," Arthur admits before his eyes lock onto mine, more serious now. "But why do you ask, Doms?"
I hesitate for a moment, unsure how much to share. But I eventually decide to tell him, leaving out the part about the Skill.
“...I had a dream like that, too. But it was different...”
Arthur leans in, intrigued. "What was it about?"
Taking a deep breath, I recount the dream in as much detail as possible. I describe the chaos in Aurelior, the intense battle between two powerful figures—Domy and the demon—and the rise and fall of their Arcane Dominions. I even share Domy’s tragic death, though I leave out the part about the Skill that brought the dream to life.
Still, as I talk, a strange feeling washes over me, as though I’m forgetting something—or someone—from the dream. But I can’t seem to recall who or what it was.
Arthur listens intently, his expression growing more concerned. "That’s… intense, Doms. Way more intense than mine, especially since it happened in Aurelior.”
“Yeah… it felt like a foreshadowing or something,” I admit.
Arthur chuckles and gives me a light punch on the shoulder. "Come on, Doms, it's just a dream."
Just a dream. I’ve heard that twice now—once from Celine, now from Arthur. They both say it is supposed to reassure me like it’s just some figment of my imagination. Maybe they’re right. Maybe Chronicle Insight just shows me nightmares, random flashes of meaningless events, and nothing tied to the past, present, or future.
Maybe I’m overthinking all of this.
But no matter how hard I try to accept that explanation, the pit in my stomach only grows deeper. My mind can’t shake the image of that battle, the intensity of the clash, and the way Domy died… the way everything felt so real. I want to believe Arthur and Celine that it’s just a dream and nothing more.
I force a smile, doing my best to appear relieved. “Yeah… I guess you’re right. It’s just a dream.”
Arthur grins, seemingly satisfied with my answer. “Exactly. Don’t let it get to you.”
But as I sit there, my forced smile fading, the unease lingers like a shadow that won’t disappear. No matter how hard I try to push it down, it claws its way back to the surface, whispering doubts and uncertainties I can’t silence. Just a dream…
I wish I could believe that. I wish I could dismiss it the way Arthur and Celine do. But deep down, I can’t shake the feeling that something bigger is brewing—something that goes beyond a mere nightmare.
"Doms, about our duel—"
"Good morning, Dominic and Arthur."
Lumi’s cold, indifferent voice slices through Arthur's words like ice. We both turn to see her sitting between us, her expression as frosty as ever.
"Morning, Lumi," I reply politely, keeping my tone neutral.
Arthur, however, is less restrained, grumbling, "Tch, looks like someone finally noticed me, huh?"
Lumi doesn’t miss a beat, shooting him a withering look. “I noticed. I didn’t care.”
Arthur huffs, his frustration clear. "Well, excuse me for existing."
“If you spent less time trying to get noticed and more time focusing on your studies, you wouldn’t be such a distraction,” Lumi retorts, her voice icy and sharp.
Arthur bristles at the jab. “Distraction? I’m not the one who turns every conversation into an insult.”
Their bickering escalates, each barb sharper than the last, but there’s a familiarity to it. It’s their strange dynamic—an odd mix of irritation and camaraderie from years of being around each other. I can’t help but smile at how they bounce off one another, despite the constant jabs.
Suddenly, a loud exclamation cuts through their banter.
"OH. EM. GEE! Ghurls, a new Stargate appeared, and this one is in Jeibing!"
I turn toward the source of the outburst and spot a trio of girls huddled together, their faces a mix of excitement and worry.
"OH. EM. GEE, GHURL, IT’S NEAR MY FAV IDOL’S APARTMENT!"
"YA’LL, THE STARGATE WAS [S] RANKED."
"NO! OUR GE-GE!"
A new Stargate in Jeibing, the capital of Celestria, and it’s an [S] Rank? This makes the fourth Stargate today, following the news I’d heard earlier. The increase in Stargates is unnerving, and I can feel the tension tightening around me.
I glance back at Arthur and Lumi. As the heirs to the biggest Stargate Raiding Guilds in Verdant Haven, I’m curious to hear their thoughts on this growing crisis.
"Arthur, Lumi," I interrupt their bickering, "what do you think about Stargates appearing more frequently?"
They exchange glances before Arthur sighs, leaning in. "Well, my father’s been working nonstop. It’s not just the number of Stargates. They’re stronger than usual."
His words catch me off guard. Stargates appearing more often is one thing, but the idea that they’re also getting stronger sends a chill down my spine. This is worse than I thought.
Lumi nods, her expression as serious as ever. “The situation is so dire that the Magus Supreme of Celestria, Lumina Falls, and Ember Citadel have ordered academy principals to send their Stargate Raiding students to assist.”
I blink in disbelief. "Wait, they’re sending students to handle [S] Ranked Stargates? Isn’t that way too dangerous?"
Lumi’s voice is flat as she responds. "It’s an emergency measure. There aren’t enough experienced Raiders to cover all the Stargates appearing. Even our Magus Supreme has increased security in Verdant Haven."
Arthur crosses his arms, a frown deepening on his face. "Let’s just hope our middle school doesn’t become the next target."
Before I can respond, a soft poof echoes through the classroom. The familiar sound of teleportation magic fills the room, and all eyes turn toward the front. Maurice, our homeroom teacher, materializes in a cloud of white smoke. Normally, his arrival would lift the energy in the room, but today, the tension is palpable.
“Bonjour, class,” Maurice greets us, but his usual cheerful tone is absent, replaced by something more serious. “I know you’re all concerned about the increased number of Stargates, but I want to reassure you that everything is under control.”
Despite his attempt at comfort, the atmosphere in the classroom remains heavy. The fear is too real, too immediate to be dismissed so easily.
Maurice clears his throat, forcing a smile. “Anyway, let’s get started with homeroom, shall we?”
The class slowly shifts back to routine, but the weight of what’s happening lingers. My thoughts drift back to everything that’s been building—Chronicle Insight, the dream, the rising tension in the world. I can’t shake the feeling that we’re standing at the edge of something much larger, something that’s about to unfold in ways we can’t yet imagine.
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"Lord Malignor, I am here as you commanded."
A handsome man with long black hair tied into a low ponytail and mesmerizing amber eyes kneels and bows deeply. His long black robe is adorned with intricate purple and white patterns, while a golden skull ring glints ominously on his finger.
"Luo Minghao, rise," Lord Malignor's voice resonates from the throne, its tone absolute and commanding.
Luo Minghao stands gracefully, his expression calm and composed as he meets his lord's gaze.
"Is everything prepared for the attack on the Eñeforte Territory?" Lord Malignor inquires, his tone measured and calculating.
Luo Minghao nods, his movements precise. "Yes, Lord Malignor. As you instructed, I have also delivered the Lapis de Portail Étoilé to Théodore."
"Good," Lord Malignor replies, a note of satisfaction lacing his voice. "Your next mission is to assist Théodore with the Lapis de Portail Étoilé. As you know, he lacks the necessary expertise for such tasks."
Luo Minghao nods again, acknowledging the subtle critique. "Yes, Lord Malignor."
"Also, your role is to observe the Lapis de Portail Étoilé and its capabilities. Do not engage in combat. Let Théodore handle the boy," Lord Malignor continues, his voice dropping into an ominous tone.
A flicker of curiosity crosses Luo Minghao's otherwise stoic features. Throughout the Generals of the Umbrascourge, it is well-known that Lord Malignor has taken a peculiar interest in the Manaless boy. This curiosity leaves many, including Luo Minghao, puzzled. How could a Manaless individual hold any significance to a being powerful enough to annihilate the world?
"Lord Malignor, may I ask why you are so interested in that Manaless boy?" Luo Minghao ventures cautiously.
Lord Malignor's eyes darken, and an eerie smile curves his lips, the kind that sends an involuntary shiver down even the most hardened warrior's spine. The dim light behind him casts long shadows, intensifying the chilling aura surrounding him.
"He is my favorite plaything," Lord Malignor replies, his voice a low, sinister whisper.
Luo Minghao maintains his composure, his expression remaining neutral, but a cold tremor runs through him. The words "favorite plaything" echo in his mind, sowing a seed of unease. For someone as calculating and powerful as Lord Malignor to take such an interest in a seemingly insignificant Manaless boy is both perplexing and deeply unsettling.
Luo Minghao briefly considers probing further to understand the full extent of Lord Malignor's intentions. However, he quickly dismisses the notion, recognizing the futility—and danger—of such an inquiry. Instead, he bows in silent acceptance, choosing not to press the matter.
-BAM!
The massive double doors slam open, the force reverberating through the chamber. Luo Minghao turns sharply, his eyes narrowing as he assesses the intruder.
A towering figure strides into the room, his presence commanding immediate attention. The man is imposing, with a muscular build that radiates immense strength. His long blond hair, styled in a sleek, modern cut, frames a face marked by fierce, piercing blue eyes that seem to assess everything in their gaze. He wears a tailored black jacket with subtle purple accents, the clean lines of his outfit accentuating his refined yet powerful presence.
"Lord Malignor, I hear you summoned me," the blond man declares, his voice resonant and commanding.
"Bjorn Haakonsen, you have finally arrived," Lord Malignor replies, his tone as cold and imperious as ever.
Bjorn strides confidently across the chamber, his steps deliberate and unyielding. Unlike Luo Minghao, who kneels in deference before Lord Malignor, Bjorn stands tall, his posture radiating pride and defiance.
Luo Minghao's expression remains impassive, but a flicker of irritation crosses his mind at Bjorn's blatant disregard for protocol. This man has always been a thorn in his side—a fellow [SS] Ranked Magician who relishes flaunting his strength and defying conventions. Yet, Luo knows better than to show any discord in front of Lord Malignor; such displays could prove dangerous in the presence of their dark lord.
"So, why am I here?" Bjorn asks, his tone casual, almost dismissive, as if the situation is of little concern to him.
"You're going to the Eñeforte territory to locate 'The Death,' engage him in combat, analyze his limits, and stall him; however, if you find yourself at a disadvantage, retreat," Malignor commands, his voice cold and commanding. "But, if you see the Manaless boy, do not harm him."
Bjorn's eyes widen with excitement, and a predatory grin spreads across his face at the mention of 'The Death,' a [SS] Ranked Magician. As a fellow [SS] Ranked Magician, the prospect of battling such a formidable opponent thrills him.
Yet, something nags at Bjorn. 'The Death' is infamous for keeping his identity hidden, even from his closest allies. How does Lord Malignor know so much about him?
"How exactly am I supposed to find 'The Death'?" Bjorn asks, skepticism creeping into his voice. "All [SS] Ranked Magicians keep their identities hidden. 'The Death' is like a shadow—no one knows who he is, and he never shows his face. Yet, you seem to know exactly who and where he is."
A dark, knowing smile spreads across Malignor's face. He raises his right hand, glowing with a sinister dark purple light. The light merges into a holographic display, revealing an image that floats in the air before Bjorn.
The image shows a man with brown hair and eyes dressed in a white dress shirt, brown vest, tie, pants, and black shoes. His appearance is unremarkable—he looks like an ordinary man, someone you might pass on the street without a second glance.
Bjorn is taken aback. He had expected a figure shrouded in darkness, someone whose appearance matched the terrifying tales of his exploits. Yet, the man before him seemed utterly ordinary.
Bjorn's brow furrows in disbelief. "That's 'The Death'? He looks... normal."
"Correct," Malignor confirms, his voice dripping with certainty. "That is André Eñeforte, also known as 'The Death,’ and the owner of the territory you’re about to attack."
Bjorn's excitement dims slightly, replaced by curiosity. What could be so special about this seemingly average man? And why does Lord Malignor know so much about him?
"Andre Eñeforte, huh? Not what I expected, but no matter—I'll take him down regardless," Bjorn muses aloud.
Malignor’s dark smile remains fixed as he studies Bjorn. "Do not underestimate him. 'The Death' has earned his reputation through countless battles and near-impossible Stargate raids. His power and strategic mind make him a formidable opponent, even for someone of your rank."
Bjorn's expression grows serious. He knows better than to dismiss Malignor's warnings lightly. Despite André Eñeforte's ordinary appearance, there is no denying the danger lurking beneath.
"And remember," Malignor adds, his tone sharp, "you are not to harm the Manaless boy under any circumstances. He is mine."
Bjorn's curiosity deepens at the mention of the boy. "What's so special about this Manaless kid? Why is he so important?"
Malignor’s eyes darken, his expression inscrutable. "That is not for you to know. Your task is to fight 'The Death' and analyze his abilities. The boy is of no concern to you."
Even as the thrill of facing 'The Death' sparks within him, Bjorn can't shake the shadow of confusion gnawing at his mind. Why is Lord Malignor so obsessed with a Manaless boy?
Before Bjorn can probe further, he feels the heavy atmosphere shift, a warning in the air. Luo Minghao, silent all this time, stands quietly, sensing the same unspoken tension that lingers with every word Lord Malignor speaks.
Bjorn, unburdened by restraint, does not hesitate. "Lord Malignor, why can't you just kill him yourself? You could destroy the world yet can't deal with a mere Manaless? Why is that?"
Luo Minghao tenses, though his face remains composed. Inside, he braces for the backlash, waiting for Lord Malignor’s response to Bjorn’s audacity. The room seems to grow colder, the air thick with tension.
Malignor's gaze darkens, and for the briefest moment, his unshakable confidence falters. His eyes narrow as he recalls a distant memory that clouds his mind.
"It’s because that boy is protected by... her."
The room falls into a chilling silence as Lord Malignor’s words hang in the air. Bjorn’s smirk fades, and Luo Minghao feels a cold shiver run down his spine. The mention of "her" is enough to unsettle even the most composed of them.
"Her?" Bjorn repeats, his voice a mix of confusion and disbelief. "Who is this 'her' even you would hesitate to confront?"
Malignor's gaze grows icy, his expression unreadable. "She is not someone you need to concern yourself with, Bjorn. But know this—she wields a power that defies even the forces I command. To strike at the boy directly would invoke her wrath, which is not a battle I wish to fight... yet."
Luo Minghao’s mind races. For the first time, he questions the power dynamics within their world. Who is this woman, powerful enough to make even Malignor pause?
Bjorn, usually unfazed, now stands more cautiously. "So, what’s the plan then?"
"You have your orders," Malignor intones. "Do not fail me."
With those words, Bjorn and Luo Minghao exchange glances before leaving the throne room, the heavy double doors closing behind them.
As they depart, Lord Malignor is left alone in the throne room, his expression dark and contemplative.
“She might have protected you this time, but that won’t last long.” Malignor murmurs. “But once my plan continues, her defenses will weaken, and I will strike you.”
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The cold, dark hallway stretches before them as Luo Minghao and Bjorn Haakonsen walk side by side, their footsteps echoing off the stone walls. The flickering torchlight casts long shadows, illuminating their faces just enough to reveal their contrasting expressions. The weight of Lord Malignor's words still lingers between them, thick and unspoken, pressing down like an invisible force.
Always uncomfortable with silence, Bjorn glances at Luo, searching for something to break the tension. His hands are shoved into his pockets, his eyes flicking around as if the darkness itself might hold answers to his restless thoughts.
"So," Bjorn finally speaks, his voice cutting through the oppressive quiet, "what do you make of all that ‘her’ talk back there? Pretty intense, right?"
Luo doesn’t respond immediately, his sharp, amber eyes remaining fixed on the path ahead. His face remains an impassive mask, as though the question didn’t even register.
Bjorn huffs out a chuckle, the sound bouncing off the stone walls. "You’re not even a little bit curious? Come on, Luo. Malignor hesitating like that? There’s gotta be more to it than what he’s letting on."
Luo’s gaze flicks briefly to Bjorn, his voice cold when he finally speaks. “We’re not here to speculate on Lord Malignor’s motives. Focus on the mission.”
Bjorn smirks, unfazed. “Yeah, yeah, I get it. It's all business, no fun. But seriously, don’t you think this whole ‘observe and report’ thing is boring? You know me—I’d rather skip the babysitting and get straight to the action. ‘The Death’ is out there, and I can’t wait to go toe-to-toe with him.”
Luo’s lips press into a thin line, irritation bubbling beneath his calm exterior. "And that, Bjorn, is why you’ll never be more than a brute. All you care about is fighting, never seeing the bigger picture.”
Bjorn lets out another laugh, clearly enjoying Luo’s sharp tone.
“Better to be a brute who knows what he wants than whatever you’re doing, locked away in your lab. Speaking of which..." His grin fades slightly as his tone turns more serious. "What’s your deal, Luo? Why did you join Umbrascourge? We’ve been working together for a while, but I still don’t understand. You’re too smart for this. There’s gotta be more to it than just following Malignor’s orders.”
Luo halts abruptly, turning sharply to face Bjorn, his eyes narrowing. "You think I joined for power? For strength?" His voice is sharp, laced with barely concealed contempt. “You think we’re the same?”
Bjorn raises his hands in mock surrender, his usual grin intact. “Whoa, easy there. I didn’t say that exactly. But we’re not doing this for charity, right? I thought maybe you had a grand reason like me. I’m here for the challenge—for the thrill of fighting strong opponents. It’s simple.”
Luo’s jaw tightens, and he steps closer to Bjorn, his voice a dangerous whisper. “Don’t compare your petty thirst for violence to my purpose.”
Bjorn arches an eyebrow, intrigued by Luo’s uncharacteristic display of emotion. “Oh? Then what is it? What’s your grand purpose for joining Umbrascourge? What’s so important that you threw away everything to follow Malignor?”
Luo’s fists were clenched, and his patience was wearing thin. “I joined because here, I can conduct my research without the limitations imposed by the 'Society of Geniuses.’ Their so-called 'ethics' are nothing but chains, holding back the progress of true discovery. Malignor understands that power lies in knowledge, in pushing the boundaries of what we know about Mana and the nature of magic itself. Here, I’m free to explore those depths.”
Bjorn briefly studies him, his expression unreadable, before breaking into a smirk. “So, you’re obsessed with your research, and I’m obsessed with fighting. Guess we’re not that different after all, huh?”
Luo's eyes flash with anger, his voice like ice. “Don’t lump me in with you. I have a purpose beyond mindless violence. My work will shape the future of Sylvestria. You? You’re just a muscle-headed fool chasing after your next thrill.”
Bjorn’s grin widens, amused by Luo’s indignation. “Maybe. But at least I’m honest about what I am. Can you say the same?”
Luo turns away, unwilling to continue the conversation. “You’re not worth my time,” he mutters, resuming his pace down the dark hallway.
Bjorn chuckles as he catches up, falling in step beside him. “Sure, sure. But admit it—we make a hell of a team.”
Luo doesn’t respond, the tension between them simmering in the silence. His thoughts are already back on the mission ahead, Malignor’s cryptic words, and the mystery of the Manaless boy. He wouldn’t let Bjorn’s shallow motivations distract him, but the unease lingered, gnawing at him like a shadow just out of reach.