Ascension Protocol

Whispers and Reckoning

Chapter 15: Whispers and Reckonings

The moonlight filtered through the towering glass of Zenith Academy’s central hall, casting cold, silver streaks across the stone floor. Samuel stood alone beneath one of the arching pillars, his uniform slightly disheveled from the earlier encounter. His fingers twitched faintly by his side not out of weakness, but restraint. He could feel the shift in the atmosphere. Since the mission, eyes had begun to follow him more openly. Whispers trailed after his footsteps. Rumors moved faster than truth.

He exhaled slowly, eyes narrowing.

“You didn’t have to go that far back there,” a voice cut through the silence. Crisp. Controlled.

Aralyn stepped forward from the shadows, her long black coat trailing slightly behind her. Her gaze pierced him not angry, but searching.

“You saved all of them, even the ones who looked down on you. Why?”

Samuel tilted his head, the corners of his lips curling slightly. “Was I supposed to let them die?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Silence stretched between them. Aralyn’s golden eyes narrowed with suspicion, but behind that sharpness was something else confusion. Interest.

“You don’t fit,” she finally said. “You pretend to be weak, but you’re not. Not even close.”

Samuel didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he walked past her slowly, his voice soft but firm.

“And yet you still don’t know who I really am.”

She turned to follow his steps with her eyes, watching him vanish into the deeper corridors of the academy. Her heart beat a little faster than she expected.

Far beneath the Academy in a sealed chamber known only to the most elite seven figures sat cloaked in shadow. A circular obsidian table pulsed faintly with threads of mana, linking their minds together. The chamber held no windows, no guards, and no light source yet their faces were dimly visible, lit by runes that shimmered like constellations on the floor.

The Student Council of the Apex Circle Zenith’s unseen enforcers. Elected not by popularity, but by power, lineage, and threat.

“He completed the trial without assistance,” said a voice edged with arrogance. “Then managed to manipulate his team into thinking he’s just lucky.”

“He’s not just lucky,” another growled. “He’s dangerous. Too calm. Too controlled.”

A third leaned forward, her fingers steepled. “The masked observer from the underground ring suggested we bring him in. Forcefully if needed.”

“We don’t even know what faction he belongs to,” came a whisper from the back. “What if he’s unaffiliated?”

“Then that’s worse,” the chairwoman spoke at last her voice quiet but chilling. “An unaffiliated power rising within Zenith is a threat to every balance we’ve carefully maintained. We either recruit him… or eliminate him.”

Meanwhile, Samuel sat cross-legged on the rooftop of the dormitory tower, his system interface glowing softly in front of him. Data streamed past in arcs of golden light.

> [ Trial Complete: Phase I — Adaptation ] [ Reward: Stat boost + unlocked passive skill: Silent Predator ] [ Next Objective: Integrate into the academy, uncover internal threats, and prepare for Phase II – Evolution ]

He closed the interface and leaned back, eyes closed. He knew they were watching now. No more hiding. But he still had one advantage.

They didn’t know what he was becoming.

Not even the system did.

A flicker of memory surfaced Aralyn’s face the day they first met. The shock in her eyes. The moment their hands brushed, and something something ancient—awoke inside him.

He didn’t understand it yet, but he felt it.

The past, the present, and the unseen threads of fate were all tied together. And somewhere ahead, waiting in shadow, the real trial would begin.