Ascension Protocol

A Storm Beneath Still Waters

Chapter 14: A Storm Beneath Still Waters

The sun dipped below the western mountains, casting long shadows across Zenith Academy’s sprawling campus. Night brought more than just darkness here. It was when secrets walked freely, whispers became commands, and the true nature of power was unveiled.

Samuel stood atop the southern training cliff, overlooking the dueling grounds far below. A soft wind blew through his coat as he gazed into the distance, his mind caught between the strange tasks of the system and the growing tension that simmered beneath the academy’s pristine surface.

Another task had appeared earlier that evening.

[New Directive: Interfere with the coming disruption without being noticed.]

[Bonus Objective: Influence outcome without direct confrontation.]

[Reward: Ability Modifier – "Spectral Command."]

He frowned. The system had grown more obscure lately, as if its own awareness was evolving with him. These weren’t just simple stat boosts or fighting challenges anymore they were woven into reality, bending the world around him toward some unknown design.

Behind him, footsteps approached. Calm. Balanced. Familiar.

Samuel didn’t turn. “You’ve been following me for hours.”

A soft breath. “And you’ve let me.”

Aralyn stepped into the moonlight, her silvery hair fluttering in the breeze. Clad in her academy uniform, she looked every bit the noble elite graceful, composed, and cloaked in quiet authority. But her eyes held curiosity, a flicker of caution behind their confidence.

“Samuel Gray,” she said, voice smooth. “That’s your name, isn’t it?”

He nodded, watching the stars.

“I’ve seen you before,” she continued. “In the lower quadrants. You move like someone trained… but your record is empty.”

He offered a small smile. “Maybe I’m just a fast learner.”

“You refused Astraeum. Ignored Dravahn. Turned down the Seraphs and the Embers. Why?”

Samuel turned, his eyes meeting hers. For a moment, the air around them felt heavier, as though the very space between them paused.

“Because I don’t like collars,” he said quietly.

The words surprised her. Not their boldness, but their calm delivery. No ego. Just truth.

“I’m not here to interrogate you,” she said finally. “But you’re disturbing the balance. And there are people who don’t like that.”

“I know.”

She raised a brow. “Then why stay alone?”

“Because alone doesn’t mean weak.”

Her gaze lingered on him, studying his calm face, his hands tucked into his coat pockets, and the subtle hum of energy that seemed to surround him barely perceptible, like a distant echo. She couldn’t feel his aura. That, in itself, was terrifying.

Before she could respond, an explosion rocked the northern wing.

The sky lit up with crimson flashes. Shouts echoed in the distance, followed by the deep, resonating chime that signaled emergency lockdown. Students scrambled across the courtyards as dark smoke billowed from the eastern labs.

Samuel’s expression didn’t change.

“They finally made their move,” he said to himself.

Aralyn turned sharply. “What do you know about this?”

But Samuel was already gone.

He blurred through the trees, his movement so fast it left only a flicker of wind. Using a combination of suppressed step augmentation and shadow phasing an ability he hadn’t shown anyone he reached the chaos within moments.

Dozens of masked assailants had breached the defensive runes. Their robes bore the mark of the Obsidian Path—a faction believed extinct after the academy purged its cult members years ago.

A student screamed. Two others tried to shield her with their meager spells.

Samuel landed between them and the attackers like a falling meteor. The ground cracked beneath his feet.

No one saw him move. But the next second, five assailants were on the ground, groaning in unconscious agony. Their weapons shattered. Their mana shields imploded.

Samuel didn’t say a word. He walked past them, eyes glowing faintly with a deep silver light.

From the shadows above, the same masked servant from before observed through a crystal orb, murmuring to the council through an arcane link.

“He’s moving,” the voice whispered. “He’s intervening... but no one sees him. Not even Aralyn.”

Behind the veil of code and divine protocol, the watchers in the unseen realm stirred. The experiment was awakening. The chosen bearer of the forgotten system Samuel Gray had begun to act.

They watched him not as a curiosity anymore, but as a variable. A threat. A ghost in the machine.

And down on the earth, among blood and broken runes, Samuel stood alone beneath the ruined archway, his eyes calm as the firelight danced behind him.

He had saved a dozen students.

But no one saw him do it.