The glow from the Axiom Pillar slowly faded, leaving the testing hall wrapped in a heavy silence.

  Elias Vale stood at the center of the chamber, his arm still raised where the strange symbol had burned itself into his skin. The pain had dulled into a lingering heat, but the mark continued to glow faintly, its fractured lines spreading across his forearm like cracks in glass. Something about the symbol felt wrong, not just because it was unfamiliar, but because it seemed unstable, as if the design itself couldn’t decide what shape it wanted to take.

  Around him, the instructors studied the mark with growing concern. One of them stepped closer, narrowing his eyes as he examined the overlapping lines.

  “That symbol…” he murmured quietly.

  Another instructor leaned in beside him. “It doesn’t match any known Path.”

  The lead instructor remained silent for several seconds, watching the mark carefully before finally straightening. His expression remained controlled, but the tension in his eyes betrayed his confusion.

  “That shouldn’t be possible.”

  The words spread through the hall like sparks landing in dry grass. Students began whispering to each other, their curiosity quickly turning into speculation. The murmurs grew louder as more people leaned forward, trying to catch a better look at the strange mark.

  Some students frowned.

  Others laughed.

  Elias heard fragments of their conversations drifting through the hall.

  “Is that even a real Path?”

  “It looks broken.”

  “Maybe the pillar malfunctioned.”

  He lowered his arm slowly, suddenly aware of how exposed he felt standing beneath the towering crystal. For years he had imagined this moment—the day he would awaken his Axiom Path and begin training at the academy like everyone else. He had spent countless nights studying Axiom theory, memorizing diagrams of Path symbols and practicing the breathing exercises meant to help align the body with Axiom flow.

  All of it had led to this moment.

  And now the result looked like a mistake.

  The lead instructor finally turned his attention back to Elias. His voice was calm, though there was a hint of caution behind it.

  “Did you feel anything unusual when the mark appeared?”

  Elias hesitated, trying to recall the exact sensation. “It hurt,” he said slowly.

  “That’s normal,” the instructor replied. “But was there anything else?”

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  Elias frowned slightly as he searched for the right words. “It felt like… something was moving inside me. Not just one thing. Several. Like they were pushing against each other.”

  The instructor’s expression sharpened slightly at that description. He glanced briefly at the other instructors, who exchanged uneasy looks.

  Before anyone could respond, a new voice cut through the murmuring crowd.

  “Well, that explains it.”

  The students shifted aside as Marcus Hale stepped forward. His presence immediately drew attention. Marcus had already awakened earlier in the ceremony, his Forge Path mark glowing steadily along his forearm. Even now, faint metallic light shimmered beneath his skin, a clear sign of controlled Axiom flow.

  Forge Path users were known for their strength. Their ability allowed them to reinforce their bodies with Axiom energy, dramatically increasing their physical power. Among the students gathered in the hall, Marcus was already considered one of the strongest.

  He stopped a few steps away from Elias and studied the fractured mark with mild curiosity. A faint smirk formed on his face.

  “Looks like the pillar spat out a defective one.”

  A few students laughed quietly.

  The lead instructor frowned. “Marcus.”

  Marcus raised his hands slightly, though the amusement remained in his eyes. “What? I’m just saying what everyone else is thinking.”

  His attention returned to Elias. For a moment he simply studied him, as if measuring something.

  “Let me ask you something,” Marcus said. “Do you feel any Axiom flow right now?”

  Elias hesitated. He focused inward, trying to sense the energy he had spent years learning about.

  There was nothing.

  “…I don’t know,” he admitted.

  Marcus exhaled slowly, shaking his head.

  “That’s your answer.”

  He rolled his shoulder casually, and the metallic glow along his arm intensified. Forge reinforcement spread across his forearm, the energy flowing smoothly beneath the skin like molten metal.

  Students noticed immediately. A ripple of excitement passed through the crowd as they realized what Marcus intended to do.

  The instructor’s voice sharpened. “Marcus, that isn’t necessary.”

  Marcus glanced briefly in his direction. “With respect, instructor, if the pillar produced a strange result, shouldn’t we confirm it?”

  The room grew tense.

  Testing someone’s awakened ability through combat wasn’t unusual in the academy, but Elias had not demonstrated any ability yet. In fact, most people now believed he had none at all.

  Marcus looked back at Elias.

  “Relax,” he said casually. “It’s just a simple test.”

  Elias felt his chest tighten. Marcus was taller, broader, and already capable of using Forge reinforcement. Elias had no idea what his own mark meant, or if it meant anything at all.

  Marcus lifted his glowing fist.

  “You’ll be fine.”

  Then he moved.

  The punch came fast—far faster than Elias expected. The reinforced strike slammed into his chest before he could react. The impact drove the air from his lungs and sent him flying backward across the stone floor.

  Pain exploded through his ribs as he hit the ground.

  For a moment the world spun around him. The ceiling lights blurred as he struggled to draw breath.

  Marcus lowered his arm calmly, watching him.

  “Well,” he said, “that answers that.”

  Laughter spread through the hall.

  Elias forced himself to breathe through the pain. His chest throbbed with every shallow inhale, and his limbs felt heavy as he pushed himself up slightly.

  The fractured mark on his arm flickered.

  Marcus began walking toward him again.

  The metallic glow along his arm brightened once more.

  “If you really have no Path,” Marcus said quietly, “then this will settle it.”

  He raised his fist again.

  The energy surrounding his arm grew brighter, the Forge reinforcement gathering into a dense layer of power.

  Elias watched the fist descending toward him.

  He tried to move.

  His body wouldn’t respond quickly enough.

  Fear tightened in his chest as the reality of the situation settled over him.

  This was it.

  And then something inside him snapped.

  Not bone.

  Something deeper.

  The fractured mark on his arm suddenly blazed with light.