AURAS THAT COLLIDE
In the quiet outskirts of the Valkerio Fields, the air hums with raw energy. The grass bends from invisible pressure as Querion steps forward, his eyes glowing faintly blue.
He raises his hand and his weapon reforms—half a long knife, half a spear staff. The ground trembles as his entire body flares into a semi-raw blue aura. With one sweeping strike, he releases the energy—dozens of trees explode into dust and splinters.
He plants his weapon into the ground, leaning on his weapon, he stares at his fading dim blue aura hand.
Querion calm reflection,
"Hmph… seems like I improved a lot by being with him."
He lifts his head slightly, eyes narrowing with distant memory.
Querion low voice,
"…After that incident."
SPARKS OF DETERMINATION
On the other side of the field, Ferin bursts into motion. Green lightning wraps around him like a storm—each spark cutting through the air with a sharp hiss. He slams his fist into the ground, scorching the soil.
Ferin confident smirk,
"I'm getting stronger… every battle is making me sharper, if I engaging with the battle."
Across the field, Querion turns, watching the bolts dance around Ferin. Their eyes meet—two rivals bound by growth and pride.
Querion grinning,
"Well, look at you. Finally keeping up with me, huh?"
Ferin teasing laugh,
"Keeping up? Please, I'm miles ahead now!"
Querion mock shock,
"Really? Should I test that theory? You remember the last time at the kingdom who saved you!?"
Ferin rolling eyes, laughing,
"Yeah, yeah— but don't you forget I too save you, remember that too!"
Both are laughing, their auras flickering in playful rhythm. Then Querion raises a thumb, light flashing in his eye.
Querion smiling brightly,
"Not bad, Ferin. Guess we're both leveling up."
LESSONS IN MOTION
A short distance away, Kaizer faces Shammroy in the open field. No weapons—just fists and instinct.
Kaizer's breathing grows heavy as he kneels; sweat rolls down his temple as Shammroy stands tall and composed.
Shammroy firm, commanding,
"Ohh, Kaizer… seems like you're tired already."
He steps closer, his aura pressing like gravity.
Shammroy raising his voice,
"WAKE UP! You said you'd travel with me, didn't you? Then keep your spirit alive—fight me now!"
From afar, Querion silly tone,
"Heh, he's using the same words again."
Kaizer clenches his fists, eyes burning with determination. He charges forward with all his might—each blow met with effortless parries.
Finally, Shammroy catches Kaizer's wrist mid-strike and, with a swift motion, throws him across the field. Kaizer slides, coughing dust.
Shammroy walks over, offering a hand. Kaizer grasps it, rising slowly.
Kaizer frustrated,
"Why am I so slow… why can't I keep up with you?"
Shammroy smiling patiently,
"You've got some drawbacks. That's why you're getting caught by me."
Kaizer confused,
"Drawbacks?"
Shammroy teaching tone,
"Yes. In close combat, you can dodge without effort and predicting your move is much hard. But , when you try to escape at a few meters from the opponent, you give your opponent a chance to predict your move.
To fix it, you must make them believe you're going on the way they predict—but in your mind choose two probabilities and select one, but then do the opposite thing you choose to go. That's how you win, that's how you lure your enemy."
Kaizer bright excitement,
"I got it!"
Then, after a pause—his tone softens.
Kaizer curious,
"Meanwhile! Where did you tell Orian to guard?"
GUARDIANS OF A RUINED KINGDOM
The scene shifts—winds howl across the ruins of Orian Kingdom.
Broken stones and the bodies of divine soldiers scatter the land. Dust swirls like ghostly echoes.
Atop of the shattered and ruined , broken stone steps stands 'Shammroy', his cloak fluttering against the breeze.
Before him, Kaizer and Orian kneel with reverence.
Shammroy calm authority,
"You two, get on your legs."
They rise. Behind them stand Querion and Ferin, their eyes filled with respect as they gaze upward toward their leader.
The silence deepens—then Orian speaks, voice steady but heartfelt.
Orian respectful,
"Master, you appointed me as guardian of this planet… and explained everything. I obey your orders and follow them — But I have one question."
Shammroy warm smile,
"Glad to see you embrace the path as my legion member. Go on—ask your question."
Orian sincere curiosity,
"Could you tell me your name, my new master?"
For a heartbeat, the wind stills. Querion and Ferin exchange tense glances—uncertain if he'll reveal it.
Then, Shammroy chuckles softly, eyes glowing faintly.
Shammroy chuckling, gentle,
"What? Is that your question?"
He sighs lightly, then straightens, his tone resonant like a divine echo.
Shammroy proud declaration,
"I am — KEYOKTHAI SHAMMROY, your new master, Orian."
A ripple of power courses through the air. The very ground seems to respond to that name.
Kaizer curious tone,
"I've heard a name like 'Keyokthai' before… back at the academy."
Querion startled,
"What?"
Kaizer thoughtful,
"Yes… when some students were whispering, that name came up. It felt familiar to this —everyone tells that he is in our academy but I never saw him?!"
At that moment, Orian's heart pounds violently. A vision stirs deep within—something ancient, something that shouldn't awaken.
He clutches his chest, eyes wide as faint flashes of a forgotten tale by his ancestors flicker in his mind.
The others watch in silence as the wind howls once more through the ruins.
And then—quiet.
Only the echo of that sacred name remains,
"Keyokthai Shammroy."