POV Orion
Orion held in his hands objects representing years of meticulous planning and sacrifices that would have made men with less determination step back.
11 strange crystals rested on his desk, 4 of them floated on top of his palms, each pulsing with energy that slightly distorted the air around their surfaces.
Two were dark purple, absorbing light rather than reflecting it, pulling it inward like small mouths feeding on illumination. Even in a well-lit room they appeared as dark voids, surfaces refusing to acknowledge the existence of brightness.
One was completely black...
It emanated a sensation of void, uncomfortable to hold for extended periods. The kind of discomfort that started in the fingers and crept up the wrist like cold water. But this one the one Orion liked the most.
And the last was white...
It glowed with soft but persistent luminescence, quiet and constant in a way that reminded Orion of the moon on cloudless nights.
Together, the 4 stones in his hands vibrated with energy that shouldn’t coexist peacefully. And somehow they rotated inches apart without conflict, held in equilibrium by the arrangement he’d spent 3 years perfecting.
The other 7 stones sat in specially prepared containers across the desk.
11 stones total. 11 pieces of a puzzle that had been separated deliberately, scattered across centuries of history by someone who understood exactly what they did together.
Someone who may have been afraid of what happened when all 14 were reunited.
Orion intended to find out why.
Seiya, Aldric’s son, stood beside him observing those stones with nervousness he couldn’t completely hide no matter how much training he’d received to maintain composure under pressure.
The young man was competent. That was the right word, competent. Not brilliant, not a prodigy, but reliable in the ways that mattered most for work. He followed instructions precisely, he reported accurately and he didn’t ask questions that might reveal how much he understood about operations he participated in.
Aldric had trained him well for that specific purpose.
But the energy those objects controlled was palpable even for someone without particularly refined elemental sensitivity. Seiya could feel it pressing against his consciousness like sound pressure from a bass drum, not loud enough to hurt but present enough to make concentration difficult.
They were artifacts that together could control power on a scale exceeding anything ordinary cultivation could achieve.
Not beasts.
Power itself... The fundamental force underlying everything from elemental manipulation to spiritual cultivation to the very structure of mana as tamers understood it.
Seiya shifted his weight slightly. His hands moved toward his front then stopped, recognizing the gesture was instinctive rather than useful. You couldn’t fight these stones with your body.
He was here only because he’d received a message from one of his father Aldric’s intelligence units, an urgent communication delivered by a fast bird that had traveled from the position where Aldric and his allies continued monitoring the academy situation.
The message contained details about the final battle between Ren and Liora, description of new abilities both had revealed during the confrontation that had pushed limits far beyond what 5th-year students should be able to manifest.
Seiya had read the report twice. Then once more to make sure he hadn’t misunderstood.



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