Shiebe opened his eyes slowly, feeling disoriented, and found himself in an entirely different place from where he had been.
Shiebe: What the hell?
He looked around, confused, and found nothing but an endless, empty space. Above him, an infinite number of stars stretched across the galaxy, the beauty of it both mesmerizing and overwhelming.
Shiebe: Ah, my body...
He glanced down, only to see his body transparent, as if he were a ghost, floating in the void. He reached out a hand to touch his chest, but his fingers passed through it, sending a shiver of unease down his spine.
???: Shiebe... We meet at last.
The voice pierced the silence. Shiebe's eyes snapped wide open, his heart skipping a beat. He spun around, panic bubbling up inside him. Behind him stood a woman—her figure illuminated by the distant stars. She looked much older than him, her presence striking, almost ethereal.
She was draped in a robe that covered most of her hair, though strands of light blue peeked from beneath. Her golden eyes shone with an intensity that seemed to burn through the darkness around them.
Shiebe: Y-You're the woman who... rewound time when I was about to die?
???: Yup, that's me.
Shiebe's pulse quickened. He was sure of it now. The same voice. The same presence. He had never imagined he would meet her again like this. He had thought—no, hoped—that what happened before was some strange hallucination or dream. But now… now, he was certain. This was real.
The woman stepped forward, her movement graceful, as if she were gliding across the air. She crouched down to meet Shiebe's gaze, her golden eyes searching his face with an expression of quiet amusement.
Shiebe: Where am I? What happened to the fight?
???: Don't worry. You passed out. Your real body is just fine.
Shiebe's legs wobbled slightly, his breath hitching in his throat. Passed out? How had he ended up here, in this strange, weightless place?
His eyes darted around, trying to make sense of the vast emptiness that surrounded him. The stars above seemed to swirl with an energy that felt both ancient and powerful.
Shiebe: So... why am I here?
The woman's gaze shifted, and her voice became more serious, but there was an underlying tone of warmth, almost as if she were speaking to someone who had just learned of an overwhelming truth.
???: This is the Garden of Destruction. I've brought you here because you're the user of Syreum X.
The words hit him like a thunderclap. His heart stopped for a split second, and he couldn't breathe. Syreum X? The legendary syreum that was part of the deadly trio? The same Syreum that its own users had died from its intense power?
He stumbled back, his legs shaking as if they could no longer hold him. His mind raced, trying to comprehend what he had just heard.
Shiebe: H-Huh?!
He looked at the woman again, his chest tightening with a strange mix of awe, fear, and disbelief.
???: I am Fortella, the guardian keeper of Syreum X.
Her words barely registered. Syreum X. His mind was reeling, and he struggled to focus on her.
Shiebe: Syreum X... as in the legendary Syreum X?!
The woman nodded calmly, her golden eyes never leaving his face.
Fortella: Yup.
Shiebe: Why... Why did I receive Syreum X?
He couldn't hide the confusion and disbelief in his voice. His mind raced, searching for any sort of reason or logic behind it. Of all people, why him? He had spent most of his life feeling lost, unable to fully understand his syreum. To think that it was Syreum X—the most dangerous and powerful syreum in existence—was beyond comprehension.
Fortella's golden eyes softened, but her expression remained enigmatic. She didn't seem rattled by Shiebe's questioning, as if she had known this moment was inevitable.
Fortella: I don't know.
Shiebe blinked, the weight of her words sinking in. You don't know?
Fortella: I only know that now is the right time for you to know. The moment was never right before... but it is now.
Shiebe stared at her, stunned into silence for a moment. He tried to wrap his head around her answer, but it didn't quite settle in. The right time? What did that even mean? He had always felt disconnected from his syreum, always wondering why it wasn't as straightforward as he'd hoped. His powers seemed random, inconsistent, a collection of abilities that he couldn't quite grasp or control. And now, she was telling him that there had been a reason behind it all—a reason he couldn't even understand yet.
He looked around at the vast emptiness of the Garden of Destruction, the stars twinkling like tiny, distant flames. How long had he been in the dark about what he truly possessed? He had tried to learn everything he could about syreums—books, training, and anything that might help him unlock his true potential. Yet, nothing had ever felt right. His syreum had always been just out of reach, like a puzzle he couldn't solve.
He thought back to the moments of frustration. The times when he had attacked with those orbs of destruction and they didn't feel like they were his. The times he had tried to force more power into them, only to feel like he was grasping at air. The uncertainty. The frustration. The feeling of being powerless even though he was supposed to wield something incredible.
To think that the very thing he had been so confused about—this weird, unpredictable power—was actually Syreum X, the one that could destroy and reshape worlds, was mind-blowing. It didn't make sense. How had he not known?
Shiebe: I—
He shook his head, unable to find the words. His chest felt tight, and the air around him seemed to press down on him like a physical weight. Syreum X. The legends surrounding it. The stories of its destructive power. How had he managed to go through life without realizing what he held inside him?
Fortella, noticing the change in his demeanor, stepped closer, her presence calm and reassuring.
Fortella: It's natural to feel overwhelmed. This is a power that demands understanding, Shiebe. But now you must learn to wield it, to control it—because its strength is both a gift and a curse.
Shiebe looked at her, his mind still spinning. The idea of controlling such a powerful force, something that could potentially change everything around him, terrified him. Yet, beneath that fear, there was also something else—a surge of excitement, a curiosity, and a sense of purpose. He had always felt like he was wandering aimlessly. But now, with this revelation, everything seemed to click into place. Maybe this was the reason he had been struggling all along. Maybe this was the reason he was chosen.
He sighed, taking a step back. His transparent form flickered for a moment, and he glanced down at it, almost as if it wasn't his own.
Shiebe: Syreum X...
He muttered it under his breath, trying to make the words fit into his reality. His thoughts raced, filled with images of destruction, power, and potential. He had always been told that some powers came with consequences, that strength demanded sacrifices. Now, more than ever, he had to come to terms with the reality of his situation.
Fortella gave a small, knowing smile.
Fortella: Indeed. But that is the burden of Syreum X. It is not a power to be taken lightly, and it will not be tamed easily. Only those who are worthy can control it. And only when you understand your true self will you unlock its full potential.
Shiebe nodded slowly, feeling the weight of her words. He couldn't let fear or uncertainty control him now. If he truly had Syreum X, he needed to rise to the challenge. It wasn't just about learning to control the power—it was about learning to control himself.
As the stars above him twinkled, he felt a strange sense of calm wash over him. This was only the beginning. The journey ahead would be long and difficult, but it was a journey that would define who he truly was.
Shiebe stood there, still trying to wrap his head around everything. The words "erase anything non-living" echoed in his thoughts like a bell that wouldn't stop ringing. But instead of fear, something else began to stir within him—resolve.
Shiebe: Then… I want to learn how to use it. All of it. I want to understand what this power can do—what its limits are.
Fortella raised an eyebrow, a small smirk touching her lips. She looked at him differently now—less like someone awakening to a secret and more like someone ready to step into it.
Shiebe: And what about the others? The past users of Syreum X... weren't they all killed by it?
The air grew still.
Fortella's smile didn't fade, but her eyes dimmed slightly—golden light softening into something distant, unreadable.
Fortella: Don't worry about them.
Shiebe: How can I not?
Fortella (softly): Because you're different.
Shiebe: Different how? What makes me any different from them?
He took a step toward her, searching her expression for an answer. But she only shook her head.
Fortella: All in time, Shiebe. You'll understand when you need to.
A hum started to rise around them—the stars above beginning to swirl slowly like the turning of a great clock. The darkness beneath his feet shimmered as if threatening to dissolve.
Fortella: Our time here is over. I'll speak to you again… when the time is right.
Shiebe: Wait—
But the stars blinked out, one by one, and the light of Fortella's golden eyes became the last thing he saw before everything faded into blackness.
Shiebe's eyes slowly fluttered open.
The ceiling above him was familiar—plain, cracked slightly at the corners, the soft hue of moonlight stretching through the window beside him.
Shiebe: ...What happened?
He sat up, his body feeling strangely light. His head ached faintly, like the residue of a forgotten dream lingering at the edge of his thoughts. As his mind adjusted, bits and pieces began to flood back.
The match.
Mona.
Then… nothing.
He rubbed his forehead, trying to make sense of it all. His last memory was hearing Fortella's voice, seeing those stars suspended in the galaxy above him.
Shiebe: That place...
He swung his legs off the bed and walked to the window. Outside, the world was still. The moon hung high in the sky, casting silver light across the training garden. A few stars twinkled lazily, spread across the heavens in a pattern that almost matched what he saw in the abyss.
His hand slowly raised itself, as if by instinct. He turned it over, staring at his palm.
Shiebe: Syreum X...
He clenched his fingers, trying to feel something different, something new. But it was quiet—no voice, no power radiating from beneath his skin. Still, something had changed. He could feel it. That memory, that place, wasn't a dream.
It was real.
Shiebe: I need to figure this out...
His eyes narrowed with quiet determination. Whatever Fortella meant by him being "different"—whatever truths about Syreum X remained hidden—he had to uncover them. This power wasn't just dangerous. It was something else entirely.
And now… it was his.
Shiebe didn't even realize his feet were moving until he was halfway down the corridor.
Shiebe: What the hell am I doing…?
The hallway was quiet, lit dimly by the moonlight bleeding through the narrow windows. The stone floor was cold under his steps, grounding him just enough to recognize the situation he'd wandered into. He had no plan. No excuse. Just a wild thought that maybe, just maybe, he could pick up where the fight with Mona left off.
Not for pride.
Not for revenge.
But because he needed to understand himself—and what better way to do that than to be pushed?
He stopped in front of her door.
It was plain like the others, but for some reason it felt heavier just standing near it. His hand hovered for a moment. They weren't close. Not even friends. Their interactions were awkward at best, tense at worst. This could blow up in his face.
A part of him hated this.
Hated that out of everyone, it had to be her. That he needed help, that he had to ask her of all people. The pride in him screamed to turn around, walk away, pretend like this moment never happened.
But he didn't move.
Because the part of him that burned to know more—to push himself, to understand the power inside him—was louder than his pride. And she was strong. Maybe the only one here who could really test him.
He knocked twice.
Then once more, softer this time.
Shiebe: I hope she's still awake...
He stepped back, heart ticking a little faster, listening for footsteps. For anything. Maybe this was stupid. Maybe she'd slam the door in his face—or worse, say nothing at all.
But he stayed there anyway.
Waiting.
Because this time… he had to try.
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The door creaked open, just slightly at first—then fully.
Mona stood there, eyes half-lidded, clearly pulled from whatever peace she'd managed to find. She wore a simple night dressing, dark and loose, her blonde hair slightly messy but still managing to frame her face like it was intentional. Her expression was unreadable at first—then it soured the moment her eyes landed on him.
Mona: "...You're awake."
There was no warmth in her voice. No welcome. Just quiet acknowledgment. Maybe even disappointment.
Shiebe: "Yeah."
An awkward beat passed. Her gaze lingered on him, sharp and questioning, like she was already waiting for him to say something stupid so she could close the door in his face.
Shiebe scratched the back of his head, not quite sure how to word it, so he just went with the truth.
Shiebe: "I wanted to carry on our training. The fight we didn't get to finish."
Mona didn't respond right away. She crossed her arms, leaning slightly against the doorframe, her eyes narrowing just a bit.
Mona: "Seriously? Now?"
Shiebe: "Yeah. Now."
He met her stare, doing his best not to flinch under it.
Shiebe: "I know it's late. I know this is weird. But I need it. I need to push myself. I need to know more—about what I can do."
Mona blinked slowly, then looked away for a moment like she was weighing the worth of his words.
He almost turned around.
Almost.
But something in her shifted just slightly—barely enough to notice. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe irritation. But she didn't close the door.
Not yet.
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Mona let out a sigh—sharp, annoyed, and full of judgment. She didn't say anything for a few seconds, then turned away from the door without a word, leaving it open behind her.
Shiebe stepped back, uncertain if that was a yes or if she'd just decided to walk away.
Then he heard the clinking of metal.
A few minutes later, she reappeared—this time dressed in her light armor, dark and sleek like it was made for movement. Her silver sword was sheathed and strapped to her back, the metal of it reflecting the moonlight in cold flashes as she adjusted her gloves.
Mona: "Let's get this over with."
Her tone was sharp, like a blade itself. Not eager. Not angry. Just… done with the idea of wasting time.
Shiebe nodded, keeping his mouth shut. He wanted to say something—thank you maybe—but part of him still hated that he had to come to her at all. That he needed help. That the one person who'd probably rather watch him struggle was the one he had to ask.
He thought about leaving again.
But he didn't.
They walked in silence, the night air cold and quiet. The stars above stretched like a ceiling of reminders. Of power. Of what he saw. Of who was now inside him.
They reached the garden where it all started—still, empty, lit by nothing but the moon.
Mona: "Whenever you're ready."
She unsheathed her sword with a slow, deliberate motion—like a warning.
Shiebe took a breath, stepping onto the familiar grass.
He wasn't the same person who passed out hours ago.
And this time, he was ready to see what he could do.
Shiebe's thoughts raced. The Erase ability. The move he barely understood but now knew he had. His fingers twitched, itching to test it, to see just how far it could go. He had to start small, right? Mona's sword. The weapon that had been such a clear threat in their previous confrontation. Erasing it, just like that.
Shiebe: "Start. Let's see what you've got."
Mona didn't blink. Her expression was cold, almost indifferent, as though she'd heard him but had no intention of giving him any special attention. Instead, she shifted her stance, gripping her sword tightly, her posture taut with readiness.
Mona: "You'll regret that."
She lunged forward without warning. The flash of silver from her blade cut through the night air with speed. Her attack was quick and efficient, aimed directly for Shiebe's chest—no hesitation, no mercy.
Shiebe didn't move immediately. His mind raced, trying to remember the feeling from earlier—the feeling of the power surging through him. He focused, pinpointing her sword in his mind's eye. This was it. He had to do it now.
He extended his hand forward and concentrated. His heart thudded in his chest as he gathered the unfamiliar, dangerous power within him.
Shiebe: "Erase."
The word felt heavy on his tongue, but as soon as it left his lips, the air around his hand pulsed. He didn't know what to expect, but the instant his hand was extended, he felt something shift. The world seemed to slow as the glowing blade of Mona's sword inched closer to him.
Then, it happened.
With an almost imperceptible flash, the sword disappeared—not shattered or broken, but simply erased from existence.
Mona's eyes widened for the briefest moment as her hand, holding nothing but empty air, faltered. Her body, still in motion, followed through the swing before she registered what had happened.
She froze, her stance no longer stable.
Mona: "What the hell…?"
Shiebe stood still, his own breath shallow as he processed what just occurred. His pulse raced. The sword—gone. Nothing left but the void where it had been.
He looked at his hand again. The power was real.
Shiebe: "Did… did I do that?"
His voice was almost a whisper, stunned by what he'd just done. The fear of the unknown surged again. What else could he erase? Would this power be too much to control?
Mona, however, was already regaining her composure. She stood up straighter, but the tension in her gaze hadn't dissipated.
Mona: "You got rid of my sword."
Her voice was colder than before, but there was an undercurrent of something else—something Shiebe couldn't quite place. He could see her eyes studying him more carefully now, almost appraising.
Shiebe: "Can I—can I get it back?"
Mona scoffed and clicked her tongue, crossing her arms over her chest.
Mona: "I don't think you can just wish it back. It's gone."
Shiebe stood there, his hand still outstretched, half-expecting the sword to magically reappear. He couldn't help it—he was still processing the sheer absurdity of what he'd just done.
Shiebe: "Fortella? Can I get it back? Please?"
He glanced around, waiting for the familiar voice of the mysterious woman to reply, but... nothing. The silence was deafening. No voice, no answer.
He blinked, a little embarrassed by his sudden request.
Mona sighed.
Mona: I keep extra's in my room so there's no need for your whining. Now if you don't mind I am going back to my room
Shiebe: W-Wait!
She gave a cold stare as he called out her name.
Shiebe: Uh…well…ugh
Shiebe tried to get his words out but the hatred that he felt towards her was stopping him.
Mona: What are you trying to say?
Shiebe: Your not…bad I guess
Mona raised an eyebrow.
Mona: Of course Im not. You aren't either.
Shiebe went in front of her. For the first time since they had their first interaction they were face to face.
Shiebe: Listen… I don't know the details so I want to hear it from you. Tell me what happened between you and Maz.
Mona:...It's none of your concern
As she leaves Shiebe grabs her arm.
Shiebe: "P-P-Please! I need to understand! I don't— I don't want this to stay like this. Please, Mona, just tell me."
For a moment, he wasn't sure if his plea would reach her. The anger, confusion, and uncertainty he felt had come out in a rush, and now, standing there, he realized just how much he had wanted to get through to her.
Mona froze, her eyes wide in surprise at the raw desperation in his voice. She hadn't expected him to beg—hadn't expected him to care this much. The air around them felt heavier, the silence thick with the weight of Shiebe's unspoken thoughts.