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The sun had barely risen when Ren and Taro walked toward the northern wing of Celestvale Academy, where the advanced dungeons were said to be sealed. Rumors whispered of guardians left behind to challenge the strongest students, and today, Ren felt a quiet thrill at the thought of facing something beyond ordinary trials.
Taro fidgeted beside him, glancing nervously at the massive doors. "Ghostface… are you sure we should be here? I mean, this place isn't like the training hall, right? People have… died here."
Ren's purple eyes scanned the intricate carvings on the iron doors. The subtle pulse of mana beneath them was strong, almost alive. "That's why we're here. To test ourselves. To see if what we've learned is enough."
Taro groaned. "I swear, you get more insane every day."
Ren pushed the door open, stepping into the cavernous chamber beyond. The walls glimmered with faint traces of runes, glowing softly like the heartbeat of some ancient creature. At the center of the room stood a massive figure, its form humanoid but colossal, its body covered in jagged black crystals that seemed to absorb the faint light. Two glowing eyes, deep amber, stared directly at Ren as if piercing through his soul.
The guardian moved before either of them could react, its steps shaking the floor. Taro tried to ready his daggers, but Ren raised a hand. "Watch first," he said calmly.
The creature swung its massive arm in a sweeping arc. Ren leapt aside, katana flashing as he intercepted the strike. Sparks erupted where blade met crystal. The force of the impact pushed him back several feet, but he remained steady, eyes glowing faintly purple with Heavenless Sight activated.
The world around him shifted. Energy flows, weak points, and hidden channels in the guardian's body became visible. The creature wasn't just strong—it was predictable, if one knew where to look.
Ren moved with fluid precision, striking at the guardian's joints, disrupting the flow of magical energy that animated its crystalline body. Each hit produced bursts of light, echoes of power that reverberated through the chamber.
Taro, wide-eyed, whispered, "How are you doing that? It's… it's like you can see inside it!"
Ren didn't answer. He was focused, every movement deliberate, every strike calculated. The guardian roared, energy pulsing outward in waves. Ren sensed the weak spots, avoided the most dangerous attacks, and began to push it into a corner.
A low hum filled the chamber. Faint threads of mana connected the guardian to the runes etched into the walls. Ren realized that the creature was drawing strength from the environment. With careful strikes and redirected energy, he severed those threads one by one. The guardian staggered, its movements slowing.
Taro's jaw dropped. "You're… actually doing it!"
Ren ignored the praise. The final strike required precision. He leapt into the air, Heavenless Sight revealing the exact point where the guardian's core energy converged. His katana sliced through the air, glowing faintly as it cut into the guardian's chest. A blinding light erupted, followed by a deafening crack as the crystal shell shattered.
The guardian collapsed, and the chamber fell silent. Ren's breathing was steady, calm, as though he had merely taken a walk. Taro stumbled over to him, eyes wide. "Ghostface… you're insane."
Ren sheathed his katana. "It's not about insanity. It's about understanding. Power is nothing without control, and control requires perception."
As the echoes of the guardian's collapse faded, Ren noticed a faint shimmer near the wall. He approached cautiously and discovered a hidden alcove containing a small, crystalline sigil, glowing faintly. His fingers brushed it, and instantly, knowledge surged into his mind — a fragment of a clan long thought extinct, its techniques, history, and even the faint echoes of its former members' memories.
Taro looked over his shoulder, nervous. "Uh… Ghostface… are you sure that's safe?"
Ren's eyes glowed faintly purple as he absorbed the Sigil's essence. "Nothing truly powerful is safe. That's why we must learn to wield it."
The energy settled within him, intertwining with his blessing and the Sigil he had awakened previously. A subtle change rippled through his body, reflexes sharpening, senses heightening. He felt the faint beginnings of abilities that would one day make him a legend — abilities no ordinary student could hope to achieve.
Taro muttered, awe-struck, "You're… you're not just a student anymore. You're… something else."
Ren didn't reply. He felt the faintest stirrings of satisfaction, a cold edge beginning to take root in his mind. Mastering the guardian had been exhilarating. The Sigil's power was intoxicating. He realized, almost for the first time, that strength carried a weight — the world feared those who commanded it, and one day, he would make them all fear him.
As they exited the northern wing, Ren glanced back at the shattered remains of the guardian. The pulse of magic lingering in the air whispered secrets he could not yet fully comprehend, secrets that promised both danger and growth.
Taro nudged him. "So… next dungeon?"
Ren's lips curved into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. "Next time… we'll go further."
And in that simple statement, a truth echoed in his soul: the world was vast, filled with challenges, dangers, and hidden power. He would face them all. And those who stood in his way would either bow or be destroyed.
Ren Kael Solen's journey had grown darker, sharper, and infinitely more dangerous — but also infinitely more unstoppable.