The storm rolled in without warning.Not a cloud in the sky that morning, yet by midday the heavens churned like a boiling cauldron. The Sky Temple’s upper balconies trembled beneath distant thunder. Winds tore through the banners hanging from the high spires, ripping threads free and casting them into the void below.Sadi stood alone on the observation bridge, cloak rippling violently behind him. The Sword of Surtr rested against his back—heavy, humming faintly, as if tasting the disturbance in the air.He had barely slept since the ceremony. Not because he was excited. Not because he felt proud.Because something was wrong.The Leviathan mark branded onto the center of his chest burned like a coal that refused to cool. Not painfully—but insistently. A constant pull. A direction. A warning.And now, as thunder crackled above, it pulsed brighter.“Still hearing it, aren’t you?”Sadi turned slightly. Ethan approached, cloak billowing, hands clasped behind his back. His steps were silen

The Sky Temple never slept, but tonight it felt unnervingly awake.Moonlight spilled across its marble rooftops, bathing the entire realm in silver and blue. Sadi stood alone on the balcony outside his temporary chamber, the Sword of Surtr resting against the railing. The blade pulsed faintly—warm, alive—as if sensing his unsettled thoughts.He exhaled slowly.Everything had changed in a single day.The attention.The whispers.The expectations.And the sword—this impossible, flaming relic—now responded to him as if he were its rightful master.Sadi touched the hilt lightly. The warmth sank into his palm, not burning but comforting.Why me?The question echoed, unanswered.Behind him, the door slid open with a whisper.“Still awake?” Ethan walked in, the faintest smile softening his face.Sadi straightened, turning with a respectful nod. “I couldn’t sleep.”“I figured,” Ethan replied, stepping beside him on the balcony. “Your first day as a chosen warrior… and the entire temple starin

The Sky Temple’s lights dimmed one by one as night wrapped around the realm like a heavy cloak. The day’s storm of whispers, accusations, astonishment, and hidden intentions had finally settled—but the air still felt charged, restless, as if the realm itself waited for something to break.Sadi walked through the quiet corridor leading to the temple terrace, the Sword of Surtr strapped to his back. Every step echoed strangely, as though the stone remembered the weight of the ancient flame giant who once wielded this blade.His fingers lightly touched the hilt.A pulse answered.“Still testing me?” he murmured.The sword warmed slightly, as if giving a silent, grudging approval.Sadi exhaled and stepped out into the open terrace. The sky above the realm was a deep shade of violet, streaked with silver—the color that appeared only when celestial energy stirred unnaturally.And tonight, it stirred heavily.He lifted his gaze.Threads of light, faint but present, shimmered above the Sky Te

The Sky Temple was quieter than usual, wrapped in an eerie calm after the announcement ceremony. The fiery glow from the Sword of Surtr had faded, leaving only a faint warmth in Sadi’s palm. Even now, walking down the marble corridor toward the training wing, he felt the weight of many eyes trailing him.Some curious.Some admiring.Many suspicious.Sadi said nothing. His silent footsteps echoed through the corridor as he moved forward, Antonio at his side. The halls seemed brighter than before—torches responding softly to the fire aura radiating from the sword strapped across his back.Antonio watched the strange light flicker along the walls and took a slow breath. “Sadi,” he said gently, “are you… alright?”Sadi nodded once. “Yes, Father.”There was something calm—too calm—about his face.Antonio hesitated. “You don’t have to act strong all the time. Today must’ve felt overwhelming.”Sadi finally looked at him. “I didn’t do it for recognition.”“I know,” Antonio said with a faint s

The night sky over the Sky Temple hung unusually low, as if weighed down by something invisible. Clouds curled like dark smoke around the moon, muting its light. The air felt thick—too still. Too quiet.Sadi sensed it the moment he stepped out onto the temple balcony.A pull.A vibration.Like the world itself was holding its breath.He tightened his cloak around his shoulders and exhaled slowly. The Sword of Surtr rested behind him, wrapped but still pulsing with faint heat. Even that ancient weapon seemed agitated tonight.Footsteps approached.“Sadi,” Luca’s voice came from behind, warm but tinged with concern. “You’re awake.”“I couldn’t sleep,” Sadi murmured without turning.“Yeah,” Luca said, leaning beside him on the railing. “Me neither. The whole place feels… weird.”“Something is shifting,” Sadi whispered. “Like the temple is reacting.”Luca paused. “Do you think it has to do with the celestial beast you captured?”“That… and something else.” Sadi’s gaze drifted toward the d