Two Weeks Later
Arcanis Academy thrummed with new energy. Whispers raced through marble halls and sparring yards—the duel season was here.
One-on-one matches. Real combat. Real stakes.And everyone wanted to see the trio who took down a high-tier Veyrith.
In the now-chaotic dorm room shared by Kael, Laziel, and Reks, the signs of recovery and preparation clashed across every surface.
Reks had taken over the floor with weights, resistance bands, and what suspiciously resembled the shattered remains of a practice golem. Laziel sat mid-air, legs crossed, calmly floating on his hoverboard while cycling through holographic battle schematics.
Kael leaned against the far wall, arms folded, watching them both with a distant look.
"Alright," Laziel said, eyes flicking over his screen. "We've been bumped to Platinum Tier in the freshman Arena Rankings. Diamond Tier will be determined after the duel season. That puts us just above elite entry-level."
"Nice," Reks grinned, stretching his arms. "Still not enough for what we pulled off."
Kael raised an eyebrow. "We're not trying to put bullseyes on our backs."
"Too late," Laziel said, deadpan. "Half the school wants to duel us. Some want to test themselves. Some just want to say they beat the 'Veyrith Trio.'"
Kael smirked. "Let them try."
He walked to a chest by his bed and opened it. Inside, resting atop black velvet, was the Veyrith core token—crafted from crystallized essence, trimmed in silver. When he touched it, the faint runes lit up.
Three names.One phrase: Forged in Adversity.
"It's not a title or a medal," Laziel had said when they received them. "It doesn't shout 'best in class.' But it marks us. Survived the impossible. Together."
Reks grinned. "Now we get to prove we are the best."
A soft chime pinged on Laziel's holopad.
"Official duel pairings just dropped," he said, scrolling. "Next week. Get ready."
He handed the pad to Kael.
Kael's eyes scanned the list. His name was near the top.
Kael Ardyn vs. Daren Molgros – Orrukan.
Kael's eyes narrowed. "An Orrukan… this will be a war of attrition."
Reks snatched the screen. "Let's see—oh, come on! The twin swordsman? A Zephyrian? Ugh, I hate fighting fast types."
Laziel glanced at his own name. "Caster from House Nocturne. Gravity magic, apparently."
There was a pause.
Then Kael spoke, his voice quiet but resolute. "Good. These matches will test us."
"More than that," Laziel said, shutting down the holograms. "They'll show everyone exactly where we stand."
Reks cracked his knuckles. "Let's make sure they remember."
A week passed.
The Academy was electric with anticipation.
Posters floated mid-air, rotating slowly, displaying the 1v1 pairings with pulsing runes. Betting pools had sprung up across dorm halls and cafeterias. Even instructors watched more intently. Arena matches weren't just student contests—they were declarations. Duels shaped reputations, house standings, and sometimes, grudges that lasted lifetimes.
For Kael, it wasn't about pride.It was about proof.
Arcanis Arena Complex – Sector One
The arena roared.
Thousands of students packed the viewing tiers, their cheers reverberating through the reinforced dome. Hover-cams zipped between angles, capturing every flicker of mana and every shift in stance. Elevated platforms ringed the top of the dome—reserved for instructors, nobles, and observers of importance. Most were silent, their eyes sharp, their notes meticulous.
In the center of it all: a dueling disc—fifty meters across, outlined by neutral mana barriers. Untouchable. Uninterrupted.
Kael stood at its edge.
His opponent waited across the field: Daren Molgros, an Orrukan whose broad, armored frame seemed carved from quarry stone. His skin gleamed with a granite sheen, thick with jagged fissures of glowing mana that pulsed in rhythm with his breath. Each exhale fogged the air like steam from a vent.
Even at rest, he radiated crushing pressure.
The announcer's voice echoed, deep and clear:
"Match Thirty-Four. Kael Ardyn versus Daren Molgros. Tier: Spark-Platinum. Begin on signal."
Kael exhaled slowly, steadying his breath.
He could feel them watching—students, instructors, nobles from minor and outer houses. A silent weight. But unlike his past life, where that pressure meant life or death… this time, it meant expectation.
A signal rune pulsed.
DING.
Daren surged forward like a landslide.
Each footstep cracked the floor as he sprinted, an avalanche of brute force. Earth clustered around his limbs mid-motion, forming jagged armor. His right arm cocked back, now layered in spike-like constructs—half gauntlet, half warhammer.
Kael didn't move.
He watched.
And then—
Blink.
One instant, he stood still.The next—gone.He reappeared behind Daren in a swirl of shadow and mist.
CRACK.A clean, precise palm strike landed against Daren's exposed rib.
The Orrukan staggered, momentum disrupted. He twisted mid-turn, releasing a shockwave of hardened dust. It exploded outward in a gray burst. Kael leapt back—boots barely skimming the edge of the platform as debris rained down.
The crowd gasped.
Daren growled, eyes burning. "Fast."
Kael said nothing.
Instead, he drew mana inward.Omnimana.
It coiled around his frame like liquid flame—subtle, but dense. Arcane current shimmered faintly along his fingertips, licking at the air like smoke.
Daren advanced again, slower now, arms raised into a grappler's guard.
Kael met him head-on.
Each step left behind faint echoes—afterimages of motion. He darted in—jab, elbow, low kick, pivot. Clean technique. Controlled. He didn't try to overpower the Orrukan. He outpaced him.
But Daren wasn't just brawn.
He absorbed the blows, using bulk to anchor his stance. Then, with both fists, he slammed the ground—BOOM—sending a tremor through the disc. Earth pillars erupted in a line.
Kael dodged, but one caught his shoulder—shards slicing clean. Blood arced in the air.
He landed on one knee, unfazed, eyes narrowing.
Something shifted in him.
He stood.
Raised a hand.
Mana spiraled.
"Trace Vector."
A distortion spell. Not flashy—but deceptively effective.
It mimicked movement, projecting a false trajectory only to pivot mid-way, redirecting Kael at an unexpected angle.
He rushed from the left.
Daren saw it—braced.
Then Kael vanished.
Blink.
He reappeared right—mid-spin—slamming a crescent kick into Daren's exposed back.
BOOM.
The impact launched Daren forward. He skidded, rolled, and slammed near the edge of the platform.
Groaning, he rose to his knees.
A timer rune flashed.
Halfway point.
"Still standing?" Kael asked, voice calm.
Daren spat. "Not for long."
But his core was flickering now—mana low, cracks unstable. He was burning through his reserves.
Kael stepped forward, ready to finish it—
—but Daren roared.
Mana exploded outward—earth and metal converging. His skin darkened to obsidian, arms bulging unnaturally.
A desperate final charge.
Kael didn't move.
Waited.
Daren closed in, faster than expected—
And then—
"mist Step."
Kael's body dipped—folding sideways with uncanny precision. The punch passed harmlessly overhead.
His counterstrike was brutal.
SNAP.
A single fist to the throat—jugular hit—perfectly placed.
Daren's body seized. His knees buckled.
Collapse.
Silence.Then—
DING.
"Winner: Kael Ardyn."
The arena exploded in cheers.
Viewing Platform – Moments Later
Hovering above the fray, Laziel floated cross-legged, suspended in air. His expression was unreadable, one hand resting lightly on the grip of his hoverboard staff.
Beside him, Reks leaned forward, fists clenched.
"That's our cue," Reks muttered, grin wide. "Kael's done. Now it's our turn."
Laziel flicked his gaze toward the projection listing match pairings. His opponent's profile hovered—Gravity Affinity, Tier: Spark-Gold.
He narrowed his eyes. "If I give her time, she'll condense the field. Lock me down."
He let the words hang.
Reks cracked his neck. "And I'll break something before they blink."
Laziel sighed lightly. "Try not to detonate the floor again."
Reks snorted. "No promises."
They turned away from the platform as another signal rune began to glow in the distance—Match Thirty-Five, Match Thirty-Six…
Lines had been drawn.
Now, it was their time to step across them.