From Ruin to Reign Leander's Unbreakable Will novel Chapter 295

Chapter 295 The Weight of a Legend

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Tristan stood there quietly, hands tucked behind his back, silver whiskers fluttering with the breeze. His voice rang out, calm but commanding, each word landing with weight.

Tristan blinked, then snapped to attention. His heart nearly leapt out of his chest.

“Great–grandpa?!”

He stepped forward and gave a respectful martial bow, fists pressed together. His face lit up with awe and disbelief.

“You really made it! You broke through into the Transcendent Realm!”

He had guessed as much when Tristan first appeared. The pressure in the air, the way nature seemed to bend around him—it was unmistakable. That tree–shattering punch only confirmed

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The Tarlyn Guild had never seen another Transcendent in their history besides the founder himself–Tristan‘ father. Now, a living legend stood right in front of them. Of course, Tristan was over the moon.

Olivia’s eyes slowly widened.

“Wait… Tristan? That Tristan?!”

It took her a moment to connect the dots, but once it clicked, her jaw nearly dropped.

In the Tarlyn Guild’s long history, no one matched the name Tristan. He was the guild’s golden era–its brightest flame. The second–generation patriarch, the one whose talent left a mark even Astria couldn’t ignore.

By thirty, his name was all over Mornwick. By forty, he ascended to the Martial Sovereign rank. He had the skills, the power, the presence–everything. He stood head and shoulders above his

peers.

Back in his prime, Tristan went toe–to–toe with the best Martial Sovereigns in Astria and never once tasted defeat. The Astria Power Index came too late to rank him, but he didn’t care. He climbed the list anyway by force, battling from fifteenth to first, finally drawing with the reigning champion of that era. It was a spectacle that shook the martial world and pushed the Tarlyn Guild to its all–time high.

Then one day, he just stopped. Returned to Stonebrae and shut himself off from the world. Ten years later, he handed the sect master position to his eldest son–Tristan’s grandfather—and quietly disappeared for forty years without a single word.

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Even so, the guild never forgot him. Their records were packed with stories of his glory days. His name outshone even that of the founder. Over time, people just assumed he’d passed away in seclusion.

No one ever imagined the legend would show up again–alive, well, and even more potent than before.

Tristan lifted his gaze toward the clouds.

“Everyone thinks the Transcendent Realm is some mystical thing you either luck into or never reach. That’s just not true. It’s closer than most people realize.”

His voice was steady, like he was explaining something he had thought about for

years.

“I hit a wall back then. So, I left the guild, roamed the world, trying to figure out what was missing. Fifteen years ago, everything just fell into place. That’s when I broke through.”

He paused.

“It’s not just about inner power. That’ll only get you so far.”

“The real key is spirit. Once your power stops working against your soul–once they line move as one–that’s the shift. That’s when you finally step over.”

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He looked back at Tristan.

“Most Martial Sovereigns… they never get it. They keep chasing strength as if it were a number. In the end, they burn out or fade away, never even coming close.”

A quiet laugh escaped him. It was dry and slightly rough around the edges, but not bitter- simply honest. His voice carried pride, but also a sense of hard–earned understanding.

“The real key is spirit…” Tristan echoed under his breath, frowning slightly. His great- grandfather’s words kept circling in his mind, like a riddle just out of reach.

Then another thought hit him, and his eyes snapped up. “Hold on–did you just say you’re planning to face Jeff?”

Tristan gave a calm nod. “That’s right.”

“Tarlyn Guild has stood for a hundred years. We’ve bled for our name, built it from the ground up. I’m not about to let someone trample all over that like it means nothing.”

“Besides, martial arts was never about who’s right or wrong. It’s always been about who comes out on top.”

He glanced at Tristan, expression unreadable.

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“Sure, we were the ones who messed up with Jeff back then. That’s on us. Still, it doesn’t change the fact that he crushed us because he could. He ruled Mornwick simply because no one was strong enough to stop him.”

Tristan lifted his hand, fingers curling slightly.

The air instantly shifted. It was subtle yet heavy, as if the ground itself was bracing for something.

“Now that I’m back… that ends here. Mornwick’s going to remember who really runs this place.”

Tristan and Olivia stood behind him, caught in the moment. The pressure coming off him made their blood boil, as if something ancient had awakened.

Still, Tristan hesitated.

He had seen too much of Jeff to take this lightly.

“Great–grandpa, I think we should be cautious here…”

He took a breath, choosing his words carefully.

“Even if you’ve reached the Transcendent Realm, Jeff’s not someone you can underestimate. He once killed seven arbitrators during broad daylight at West Listin’s Waterfront Plaza. One of them even forced himself into the Transcendent Realm using a secret technique–and Jeff still crushed him.”

“Not long ago, he nearly erased the entire Umbral Court in Ravenridge. The Lord of Umbral himself had to step in and beg him for the last Talon’s life. Jeff… he’s on another level. If he can take down someone from the Transcendent Realm, then he’s already beyond it.”

“I’m not saying you can’t handle him. I’m just worried–if you go after him now…”

He let the sentence trail off. The implication hung in the air.

Tristan was the Tarlyn Guild’s pride and legend–no question about it. His name still carried more weight than anyone else’s, and his legacy was basically carved into the guild’s bones. Tristan respected him deeply. He had grown up hearing those stories.

Even so, Tristan came from a different time. The world had changed, and honestly, he might not fully grasp how far.

Leander wasn’t just a big deal–he was the guy everyone else tried and failed to catch up to. His rise felt like something out of a storybook. He crushed every opponent in his path, never lost a single fight, and just kept climbing. People didn’t whisper his name; they said it with awe. There were even rumors he’d taken out Transcendent powerhouses like it was routine.

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Ti Tristan was planning to challenge someone like that, Tristan had a bad feeling about it. As much as he wanted to believe in his great–grandfather, this time, the odds didn’t feel so great.

Tristan glanced over his shoulder. His eyes gleamed with a strange light. “You think I can’t take him?”

Tristan’s head dropped immediately. “I didn’t mean that, Great–grandpa.”

Tristan stared at him for a second longer before giving a low chuckle.

“I’ll give him credit–Jeff’s a freak of nature. One of the scariest talents this continent’s ever seen. His track record speaks for itself. No doubt about it.”

He paused, then added with a shrug, “Still, the so–called Transcendents he’s taken down? They weren’t exactly top–shelf.”

Tristan, off to the side, looked stunned.

“Just like the Martial Sovereign rank has stages–novice, intermediate, advanced, and elite–the Transcendent Realm has tiers too,” Tristan went on, his tone shifting into something like a teacher explaining a concept he’d repeated a hundred times.

Tristan and Olivia shared a glance. This stuff was way beyond their level, so they just kept quiet and listened.

Tristan pointed upward, slow and steady.

“Here’s how it works.”

“Take one of those arbitrators that Jeff killed, for example. The guy forced his way into the Transcendent Realm using some secret technique, faking it by pushing a spirit imprint into place. Technically, he stepped into the realm but barely.”

“He didn’t even make it to the real starting line. Couldn’t even reach the Kindling Stage. Honestly, not worth talking about.”

He paused, then added, “As for the Lord of Umbral–yeah, the kid’s got talent. Probably the standout of the generation after mine.”

Tristan gave a small nod, respectful but blunt. “Still, right now? He’s only at the Kindling Stage. That’s the bottom tier. Still pretty average, all things considered.”

“Kindling Stage?” Tristan repeated, his voice tight with disbelief. “You’re saying… that’s it?”

Tristan gave a firm nod. “Exactly. It’s the entry level. Just the spark.”

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He held up a finger and continued, laying it out clearly.

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“Above that, you’ve got the Ember Stage. That’s when your spirit and strength start syncing properly, where real control kicks in.”

“Then comes the Blaze Stage. That’s when things get wild. Your presence starts affecting the world around you–your power bleeds into the air.”

He paused, letting the weight settle before delivering the final name.

“And at the top, the Infernal Crown. That’s the level where legends are born. Those warriors don’t fight battles–they end them.”

He looked at Tristan, voice dropping a shade deeper.

“The gap between these tiers is massive. Someone at the Ember Stage could take down three from the Kindling Stage without even trying. A Blaze could mop the floor with five Embers, and an Infernal Crown?”

He gave a faint, confident smile.

“They don’t break a sweat wiping out ten Blazes.”

His words hit like thunder.

Tristan then pointed to himself.

“I’ve already stepped into the Ember Stage.”

His voice dropped to a quiet roar.

“If Jeff’s at the top of his game, then I’m ready to face three of him at once.”

Tristan and Olivia froze in place. The sheer confidence in his tone wasn’t arrogance—it was certainty.

The weight of a legend had returned.

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