The doors groaned open beneath my hands, and I stepped into the hall.

  Lawson stood at the center, tall and composed as ever. To his right was Master Matt, broad-shouldered, his simple leathers and calm smile there to greet me.

  To Lawson’s left stood a man I hadn’t seen before. Medium build, his head mostly bald save for a fringe of dark hair at the sides. He wore a robe of deep yellow; the fabric caught the light like sunlight on polished stone.

  Around his neck hung a medallion in the shape of a lightning bolt, gleaming against the folds of his robe. His eyes were steady, and when they fixed on me, I felt the faintest prickle across my skin.

  Lawson’s voice carried easily across the chamber. “Riven,” he said, gesturing toward the man in yellow. “This is Master Kim.

  Master Kim raised his hand in greeting. The movement was simple, but I felt Balt flinch next to me. I inclined my head in respect.

  Then Lawson turned to Balt. “And Balt, this is Master Matt.”

  Matt’s hand lifted in a similar gesture of greeting. Balt bowed in respect.

  Master Matt’s expression didn’t change, though I thought I saw the faintest glimmer of approval in his eyes before he lowered his hand. The silence stretched, heavy with expectation.

  Lawson’s gaze swept over us, calm but unyielding. When he finally spoke, his voice carried the weight of command. “Today is your last day on this floor. You’ve trained hard this past week, and now it’s time to demonstrate to one another and to us what you’ve learned.”

  He let the words hang for a moment, then continued. “First, aura. After that, Balt, Master Kim has a test for you. And Riven, Master Matt has one for you as well.”

  Lawson lifted his hands, and with a flash of light, two familiar crystals appeared between his fingers. He turned his wrists with practiced ease; the crystals scattering sharp fragments of light across the marble floor.

  Without another word, he stepped forward. One crystal pressed into my palm, then in Balt’s.

  Lawson stepped back, folding his hands behind him. “Begin.”

  I drew a slow breath, letting the noise in my head bleed away. No frustration. No doubt. Just stillness. Centering myself.

  Mana surged from my soul, and I pushed my will out along with it. Not in desperation, not in force, just control. The crystal in my palm flared, emerald light spilling outward.

  My light was holding well, with no fluctuations. Beside me, Balt was muttering under his breath. Then, with a sharp exhale, his crystal caught, flaring green, steady and alive. His grin was quick, fierce, the kind that said I'm ready.

  Together, we took our first steps forward. The crystals glowed in unison, casting twin trails of green light across the marble floor as we began our walk.

  My first steps were easy. Then the hall came alive. The storm raged around us, lightning, wind, and energy blasts combined into a relentless assault. Debris flew, and marble cracked beneath the force. Step by step, we pushed through, crystals glowing steadily in our hands.”

  I had completed the circle several times before, but never under this kind of assault. I heard Balt cursing next to me, his crystal was pulsing slightly but still staying lit as he pressed forward with me.

  I forced myself to center myself in the storm, step by step pushing myself forward. Not rushing. Not slowing. Just walking.

  We were halfway around the hall when the masters took the barrage to a new level and chaos pressed in, trying to claw its way into my head, fear, frustration, the instinct to duck or flinch away from debris. I ground my teeth and shoved it all out of my mind. No anger. No fear. No noise. Just stillness.

  I locked in, going deeper into myself than I ever had. Every past failure, every time the crystal went dark in my hand, flashed before me. But this time, I refused to let doubt creep in. The emerald glow held steady, a quiet proof that I was learning to command myself as much as the magic.

  The blasts raged, the wind howled, the marble cracked and fell, but I kept walking. One step. Then another. The glow never wavered. The storm didn’t let up. If anything, it grew worse. I spared a glance at my buddy. His body was rigid, braced as if shielding the crystal from the storm raging around us. The gem still blazed green in his grip. He didn’t slow, didn’t falter, just gave me a nod and pressed forward, step after step.

  Knowing Balt was okay. I went even deeper inward. My breathing slowed, each inhale and exhale measured, deliberate. I stripped myself bare of everything but the flow of mana and the iron weight of my will. The crystal steady in my hand, emerald light unyielding.

  I was so deep in my center that my heartbeat drowned out the thunder. The air screamed with power. But I kept walking. One step. Then another. My crystal continued to burn brightly. Something in me clicked, and it suddenly felt easier to send out my will. A System Message hit my vision, and I ignored it. I instinctively knew I could speed up.

  I broke into a jog, the crystal blazing in my hand, emerald light cutting through the storm. I ran and quickly finished the remaining distance around the now-destroyed hall. I came back to myself with a sharp breath.

  Master Matt was the first to step forward. His calm smile was still there, but this time it carried weight. “Well done, kid,” he said, his voice filled with pride.

  Master Kim inclined his head, the lightning-bolt medallion at his chest sparking. “Well done,” he echoed, his tone sharper, but no less approving.

  I let out a long pent-up breath, chest heaving. Wiping the sweat and dirt stinging my eyes away.

  A moment later, Balt stumbled in behind me, his crystal still glowing faintly before sputtering out. He cursed under his breath, then straightened, forcing a grin.

  “Good job,” Master Matt told him. “You made the circuit and were so close to getting it, Balt.”

  Master Kim gave a single nod. “Closer than most would ever get in only a week’s time.”

  Balt frowned, wiping dust from his face. “Close to what?”

  I glanced at him, just as confused. “Yeah. Close to what?”

  Lawson’s lips curved into the faintest smile. “Check your System Messages.”

  The notification I’d ignored earlier pulsed at the edge of my vision. I opened it.

  The glowing text faded from my vision, but the weight of it lingered. Aura Control Acquired.

  I shared the screen with Balt. His face fell. The grin he’d been forcing slipped, and for a moment he just stared at the message. Eventually, a small smile appeared on his face. “Congratulations. You earned it.”

  I could tell he meant every word, even though it must have hurt him to not have gained the Talent himself. It didn’t feel right to accomplish this without him. I squared my shoulders and looked at him. “Let’s go again.”

  Master Matt’s expression softened, just slightly, and Master Kim gave a small nod of approval. But Balt’s eyes flicked back to me, and I saw it there: skepticism, maybe even fear. The kind of doubt that eats at you from the inside and only grows worse over time if it is not conquered.

  I stepped closer, lowering my voice so only he could hear. “I believe in you, partner,” I said, gripping his shoulder. “You’re not doing this alone. I’ll be with you every step of the way this time.”

  For a moment, he didn’t answer. Then he let out a shaky breath. “Yeah,” he said, though the word carried more worry than confidence. “Alright. Let’s do it.”

  I tightened my grip on the crystal. Whatever came next, we’d face it together.

  The barrage came alive again, hammering the walls until dust and debris filled the air.

  Beside me, Balt’s crystal flickered, sputtering under the storm. His jaw clenched, shoulders hunched, every step seemingly a fight for him.

  I leaned toward him, voice cutting through the chaos. “You’ve got this, Balt. Don’t fight the storm in your mind; try to be one with it. Just breathe. Keep your mind steady. One step at a time. I’m right here with you.”

  I saw him focus. Then something shifted in his body language. His breathing steadied, his shoulders loosened, and the glow in his crystal became steadier. With my new Aura Control, I could now see slight fluctuations in the crystal's energy that I couldn’t see before.

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  Halfway through the circle, his eyes widened. “I… I feel something.”

  “Then trust that feeling,” I said, grinning.

  Balt then broke into a jog, the green rock steady in his hand. I matched him, our steps pounding in rhythm as we pushed through the storm together. The barrage raged, but it couldn’t touch us now.

  We crossed the final mark of the circuit, both crystals burning bright. The storm cut off in an instant, leaving only silence and the sound of our breathing.

  Balt turned to me, eyes wide, and I slapped his hand in a sharp high five.

  “Hell yeah!” I shouted, chest heaving.

  “That’s what I’m talking about!” Balt barked back, grinning ear to ear.

  From across the hall, Lawson walked over. Master Matt and Master Kim joined him, the three of them offering a slow, deliberate clap that echoed through the ruined chamber.

  “Well done,” Lawson said, his voice carrying a rare note of approval.

  Master Matt gave a nod, “That’s the way.”

  Master Kim’s eyes gleamed, and for the first time I heard happiness in his voice. “Both of you, well done.”

  I couldn’t stop grinning. For the first time, it felt like we weren’t just surviving the Aura training; we were fighting back, carving strength out of the pain and refusing to be crushed.

  Master Kim’s gaze lingered on us a moment longer before he spoke, his good humor forgotten and voice edged with authority. “Five minutes. Catch your breath. Then, Balt, we’ll show everyone what you’ve been learning.”

  Balt straightened, the grin slipping from his face. “Show… everyone?”

  Kim lifted a single finger. A spark leapt from the tip, snapping in the air with a sharp crack. The sound echoed through the chamber, and the faint smell of ozone curled into my nose. His eyes never left Balt’s. “You know what to expect.”

  Balt swallowed hard, the color draining from his face. His crystal dimmed in his hand as he gave a stiff nod. “Y-yeah. I know.”

  I clapped Balt on the shoulder, leaning close. “You’ve got this, partner. You’ve been grinding hard. Just believe in yourself, and you’ll crush it.”

  He gave me a look, half skeptical, half grateful, and let out a shaky laugh.

  I looked out at the hall. It barely resembled its former grandeur. It looked more like a marble quarry after a storm. The five minutes the Master gave flew by, and Balt was standing in the center of the hall, waiting for what was about to happen.

  The chamber dimmed, shadows stretching across the ruined floor. The faint glow of the runes flared around the chamber, and then, like a storm breaking, hundreds of electric orbs flared into existence above Balt. They hovered in the air, humming with power, casting the hall in a harsh, flickering light.

  Master Kim’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and commanding. “Show them what you’ve got, disciple.”

  The first orb shot down like a bolt of lightning. Balt raised his hand, force leaping from his fingertips as he snapped a spell into place. “Force Lance!” The orb shattered in a burst of light.

  The warmup appeared to be over as several balls of energy shot out. Balt’s staff flared, "Chain Bolt!” and three Force Bolts fired through the air and tore through three more orbs, scattering them in sparks of energy.

  Balt looked locked in, thrusting his staff forward repeatedly. Energy arced from orb to orb, snapping through the air in a jagged line, detonating half a dozen in a single strike.

  "Nice!" I shouted.

  Balt's barrage didn't stop. Orbs rained down in waves at him, each one faster, sharper, more vicious than the last. Balt's movements grew sharper, his strikes cleaner. Golden aura appeared around him. Making his spells steadier and quicker with each passing moment.

  That's right buddy. Slow is smooth, smooth is fast.

  Then the remaining ten orbs came at him, streaking down together in a deadly cluster.

  Balt threw his staff up parallel, "Force Barrier!” A shimmering wall of energy snapped into place. The orbs slammed into it, one after another, pushing against the barrier with relentless force. The shield buckled, sparks flying as cracks spider-webbed across its surface.

  Balt’s face twisted with strain. The orbs pressed harder, driving him back step by step. “Hold it, Balt!” I shouted, my voice filled with what I hoped was support. “You’ve got this! Dig deeper!”

  I saw his arms trembling. For a heartbeat, I thought the barrier would shatter. Then something in him shifted. His eyes blazed with golden energy, his stance firmed, and with a roar he shoved forward.

  The barrier surged outward, exploding in a wave of emerald light. The last ten orbs shattered against it, bursting into smoke and sparks that rained harmlessly onto the floor.

  The chamber fell silent. Dust and smoke curled through the air, the acrid scent of burning energy thick in my lungs. When it cleared, Balt was still standing tall in the center of the hall, chest heaving, his staff bright in his hand.

  Master Kim lowered his hand, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. “Well done, disciple.”

  I couldn’t help it; I let out a "Hell yeah," pride swelling in my chest. Balt had done it.

  Balt and I started toward each other, the ruined marble cold against my bare feet. His chest was still heaving, sweat streaking down his face, but his grin was wide and fierce.

  We met in the center, switching places as we passed. Our hands slapped together in a sharp high-five that echoed through the chamber.

  “Your turn,” Balt said, his grin never faltering. “Show ’em what you've got, partner.”

  I nodded once, the weight of the moment settling into my chest. “Count on it.”

  I stepped into the center of the hall. It was my turn now.

  Master Matt raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The sound cracked like a whip, and the air shimmered. Two figures appeared, Zanders. Both figures cloaked in grey robes, their faces hidden behind wolf masks. One black. One white. They stood silent, their presence heavy, their black blades glinting faintly in the dim light.

  Around the chamber, six straw dummies came into existence, scattered across the hall in different positions.

  I summoned Ember. My new aura stirred, but it was steadier now, no longer wildfire but a controlled flame. I let it flow into Ember, just like with the crystal. My blade's blue flames danced with tips of silver.

  The dummies stood untouched, the aura flames brushing against them, without burning so much as a spare piece of straw. I have control now.

  Ember’s hilt was warm in my hands, comfortable. I slid into my stance; the forms I learned this week etched into my bones.

  The Zanders made the first move. The black mask lunged, blade flashing at me. The white mask circled wide, fast, trying to kill a straw dummy while I parried the black masks blade.

  I stepped forward, aura flaring, and whispered the words that had become second nature. “Limit Break.”

  Power surged through me; my body felt light, my blade felt sharper, faster. The black mask lashed out with another sword strike. I met it with Limit Slash, throwing it back slightly. Before it could recover, I Flash Stepped into the white mask attempting to decapitate a straw dummy. I appeared directly in front of it, settling into my defensive form. With a twist of my wrist, I redirected the strike and threw a Mana Ball into its face, knocking it back.

  The black mask was up, and I exhaled, centering myself as the world slowed around me. Master Matt and I had come up with a new move that was a combination of my talents. This would be the first time I was going to use it in actual battle.

  I hurled myself forward, Flash Step tearing the ground beneath me. My weight slammed into a deep step, driving my body past the blade’s line as Limit Slash ignited. The momentum didn’t break; it sharpened, funneled into a single thrust that punched toward the target.

  “Flash Step Thrust!”

  My blade thrust out with the speed of a bullet and struck true, the impact hitting the black wolfs chest with the force of a locomotive.

  The black mask dissolved instantly into smoke, Ember’s edge still humming from the strike. I barely had time to breathe before the white mask was on me, blade flashing in a vicious arc aimed at my throat.

  I slid into my defensive form, my aura flaring blue and silver around me. Sparks hissed where steel met ember and the barrier of my will. The impact rattled my arms, but the enhanced control of my power kept me stable. The aura shimmered, steady, controlled, no wild flames billowing out from Ember, no collateral damage.

  The white mask pressed harder, its strikes relentless. Each blow came faster than the last, a storm of steel and precision. I met them all; parry, deflect, step, twist, my sword forms flowing one into the next, Ember singing as it carved sapphire arcs through the air.

  The hall rang with the clash of steel and the hiss of aura. Dust swirled around me, the straw dummies swaying in the wake of each near miss. My breath came steady, my focus absolute. No fear. No anger. Just stillness and the rhythm of battle.

  The white mask lunged, overextending for a killing blow. I saw an opening. My aura surged, wrapping Ember in a sharp sapphire sheen.

  I stepped in, blade flashing. One clean arc, precise and final. Limit Slash.

  The strike cut through the mask’s guard, slicing across its chest. For a heartbeat, the figure froze, then it burst into smoke, dissolving into nothingness.

  Silence fell, broken only by the faint hum of my aura and the steady thrum of my pulse in my ears. The straw dummies still stood untouched, the marble floor scarred but intact.

  I lowered Ember, exhaling slowly. The surrounding glow steadied, then dimmed, settling back into my soul.

  The trial was over. And I was still standing tall with all my straw friends.

  I dismissed Ember and turned back toward Balt. He was waiting for me at the edge of the hall, sweat still streaking his face, but his grin was wide and proud. I raised my fist, and he met it with a solid bump that echoed louder than it should have in the ruined chamber.

  “Hell of a show,” he said, shaking his head.

  “Right back at you,” I replied, grinning.

  The masters approached, their footsteps steady across the scarred marble. Lawson’s gaze swept over us both, unreadable as always, but there was no mistaking the weight in his words. “Well done.”

  Master Kim stepped forward first. He reached into his anchor and drew out a folded garment. He held it out to Balt. “You’ve earned this. A proper disciple should look the part.”

  Balt accepted the robe, brown trimmed with yellow, the fabric sturdy but fine. He ran a hand across it, eyes wide, before bowing his head. “Thank you, Master.”

  Master Matt stepped toward me then, his smile still easy, but his eyes held weight. “You’ve carried yourself well from the start, kid." From his belt he drew a gleaming gold bracelet, the runes carved into it pulsing faintly, alive with power. For a moment, I just stared, half expecting him to hand it to Lawson, or anyone but me. Instead, he clasped it around my wrist.

  The metal was warm, humming faintly against my skin. “Your next three sword level forms are sealed inside,” he said. “They’ll come when you’re ready. Not before.” My mouth went dry. Sword forms are just waiting to be unlocked. It was the kind of reward I’d dreamed of since day one, and it was mine. Before I could thank him, he snapped his fingers. A pair of boots shimmered into existence at my feet, dark leather, reinforced stitching, runes glowing like silver banked coals.

  “The Boots of the Sword,” Matt said, voice steady. "They have +10 Agility. +5 Strength. They’ll carry you further than the ones you lost." I bent down, slipping them on. The leather molded instantly to my feet, light and firm. I took a step, then another, and grinned. “This piece of gear feels like cheating,” I said, shaking my head with a smile.

  Master Matt’s own smile widened, just a fraction. “Call it catching up, no student of mine will be going barefoot through the realms while I’m still around.”

  Balt was laughing beside me, tugging on his new robe. “Guess we’re finally starting to look like actual disciples instead of strays who stumbled into training.”

  Lawson’s voice cut through the moment, calm but final. “It is about time we left. Gather yourselves. We’ll put the sector keys together and move on to the next floor.”

  The words hung above, heavy with promise. The trials on this floor were behind us. The next awaited. I bowed to the Masters, and Balt did the same. “Thank you for what you have done for us.”

  Master Matt clapped me on the shoulder and said, “Stay safe, perform well, and I’ll get to see you soon.” We both bowed one last time to our respective Masters, and then they were gone. Balt looked at me, and I looked at him.

  “Are you ready?” he asked. I pulled the keys out, and they snapped together. “Floor two down. Time to see what’s waiting for us next.”