2025-10-11 06:22:31The wind blows with a lighting of situations, everyone got set for the show of the night. The clan ground that was once thrummed with celebration now lay uneasy and silent. There above the rooftop, gather much heavens themselves who are ready to witness the event.
“ They have thought evil against me. Even the Darkveil which seems to be my path.” Arin who had sat with his legs crossed on a cold stone overlooking the courtyard.
Then comes the faint blue light of the system which hovered before him, pulsing like a heartbeat.
Incoming Events:Stormfang Clan Retaliation: within 72 hours.
Heavenly Temple Summons: active for 7 days.
Optional Directive: Survive both encounters. Reward: Path Advancement Spirit Core Ignition.
He exhaled slowly.
“Seventy-two hours,” he murmured. “So the storm comes early.”
Behind him, footsteps approached—soft, deliberate.
“Still here?”
Lyra’s voice was quiet but carried a weight of concern. Her silver-lined robes swayed with the wind, and her dark hair glimmered faintly under the moonlight.
Arin didn’t turn. “The clan doesn’t sleep tonight. Neither should I.”
Lyra stood beside him, gazing toward the distant mountains. “Word has already spread. The Second Elder has begun gathering his loyalists. He calls it a purification.”
He almost smiled. “Purification… of his pride.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You challenged a serpent, Arin. He won’t strike alone this time. And if the Heavenly Temple truly interferes—”
“I know,” he said, rising to his feet. “But the system chose this path. I only follow the thread laid before me.”
Lyra frowned. “And if that thread leads to your death?”
Arin’s gaze drifted to the stars. “Then I’ll die cutting it.”
For a moment, silence stretched between them—until the ground shuddered.
A flare of crimson qi burst from the distant training grounds. Then another, and another—like bonfires igniting across the clan estate. Horns blared. The clan’s internal guards were moving.
“Already?” Lyra hissed.
Arin’s eyes flashed. “He’s begun purging those who supported me.”
He leapt from the ledge before she could stop him.
The inner compound was chaos. Disciples shouted, elders barked orders, and qi explosions lit the night like stars gone mad. Arin landed amid the storm, his cloak snapping open as flames from a burning pavilion licked the air.
“Seize all who defy the Second Elder!” a voice roared. “By his decree!”
Bodies moved like a tide of steel.
Arin’s pupils contracted. He saw familiar faces—youths who had cheered him earlier—now dragged by the elder’s guards, their pleas ignored.
“Enough.”
His voice was calm, but the word carried power. The air rippled. Every head turned toward him.
The captain of the guards sneered. “The exile dares to appear?”
He drew his sword and lunged. The strike was quick, backed by killing intent.
But Arin moved faster. His palm struck the guard’s chest—not to kill, but to send him flying backward, skidding across the dirt.
“I said,” Arin’s voice cut through the chaos, “enough.”
A hundred eyes froze.
The system pulsed again.
[System Alert]
Sub-quest Triggered: Protect the Innocent
Objective: Prevent internal casualties within the Darkveil Clan.
Reward: Willpower +5, Alignment Shift — Clan Protector.
Lyra landed beside him moments later, her blade gleaming with frost. “You always find trouble before dawn.”
Arin gave a short breath. “I can't find it. It finds me.”
Then the sky cracked.
A well shining blue lightning tore through the clouds, splitting the night. And from within that rift got down a figure in celestial gold—radiating the unmistakable aura of divine authority.Gasps spread across the courtyard. Even the guards fell to their knees.
“The Heavenly Temple…” Lyra whispered.
The figure hovered above the ground, his voice booming like a thousand bells.
“Arin Darkveil. The Heavens have taken note of your disobedience. You are summoned to the Temple for judgment, where you will definitely be judged for this.”
Arin raised his head, calm amidst the awe. “Judgment or recruitment?” still hard to understand.
The golden envoy’s eyes flickered, from her. “That depends on whether you stand with fate—or against it.”
Then comes another which is the
System activation
Choice Path Unlocked:
Submit to the Heavenly Temple’s summons.
Gain access to Heavenly Arts (Tier 2).
Lose autonomy for 100 days.
Refuse and prepare for war.
Trigger Heaven-Slaying Sequence. All hostile factions engage.
Warning: Mortality rate—92%.
Lyra’s breath caught. “Arin, don’t—”He looked up at the envoy, his decision already burning in his eyes.
“Tell your masters,” Arin said quietly, “that fate doesn’t decide for me.”
The envoy’s expression turned to fury. “Then you have chosen rebellion.”Lightning split the heavens once more.
Arin’s qi flared, scales of golden energy tracing faintly across his arms as the Dragon Vein awakened once again.
“No,” Arin said, voice steady as the storm built around him. “I’ve chosen freedom.”
The sky roared.
And the war for the Darkveil Clan’s soul began.
“ I will definitely find a way out.” Arin said within himself. Watching as eye runs on him. “ He stood looking so fearful, he must have tried his best.” A disciple said to the other after seeing Arin's mood. “ I have conquered one, the arrogant one. I will have to do more.” Arin thought deeper. “ Doubted but now a rising hero.” Arin got all this riding in his mind. It became more open to him, that confidence and strength will surely help him out.
“ Can't you see that the Darkveil has gotten more strength here.” Lyra almost got his heart closer. “ Never mind, I have defended the arrogant person, one who thinks he can succeed simply because he sees all falling before him.” He blinks his eyes. “ As for the so-called Darkveil family. I swear to get them destroyed at once. Just mark my words.”
“ A promise you have yet to see defeat you.” Lyra is discouraging as well. “ You are trying to discourage me. Isn't it.?” “ These were those that hurt me in the person, the crew that saw me as nothing. Why then will I show mercy this time around.?” “ Mercy isn't in your records.” Lyra friendly spoke. “ Guess what could happen.” Arin drew her attention with his boldness.” The crowd kept increasing, everyone seemed to see what would be
come of the victim. “ He won't escape this one.” Voice coming from the background.
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Arin felt the Dragon Vein thrumming louder, not from defiance now but from recognition; the vein had found the tunnel’s old wards and answered them, and the resonance in his chest promised one more thing — a way through that was not wholly escape: a path to return.He stepped forward and met the Elder’s gaze. “You think yourselves saviors,” he said. “But your hands are just the same as the ones that once broke our doors open to steal grain and name.”The Elder laughed, a cold rasp. He gestured, and the courtyard filled with a shimmering lattice — not the Temple’s gold but the clan’s own binding marks, centuries-old magics reforged into instruments of control. “Then be bound as we see fit.”Arin’s body turned into motion. He didn’t plan a fight — he made one. It was not for trophies but for breaths. He caught the first binding thread in his palm and let the resonance shiver through it, then folded that power and flung it outward. The thread burned like paper and snapped. The Elder’s ey
Darkveil defiance
Arin didn’t wait for the envoy’s final decree. The courtyard was a pressure cooker of fear and fury; if he hesitated the Second Elder’s purge would swallow more than pride. He scanned the faces — some broken, some feverish with triumph — and made a decision that surprised no one who had ever watched him choose a blade over a bargain.“Scatter!” he barked, voice like iron. The command carried, because people still heard what they feared and what they loved in him.Lyra slid beside him, frost singing along her blade. “We hold them back. You get the innocents to safety,” she said, already moving like someone who didn’t like to ask permission.Arin’s palm met the earth. The Dragon Vein answered, a low hum under the skin of the world: a map not of roads but of old places where walls were thin and secrets older than the clan slept. Golden scales crawled across his forearms. When he moved they left brief afterimages, like burned calligraphy in the air.A shout rose — the Second Elder himself
War with the Darkveil soul
The wind blows with a lighting of situations, everyone got set for the show of the night. The clan ground that was once thrummed with celebration now lay uneasy and silent. There above the rooftop, gather much heavens themselves who are ready to witness the event.“ They have thought evil against me. Even the Darkveil which seems to be my path.” Arin who had sat with his legs crossed on a cold stone overlooking the courtyard.Then comes the faint blue light of the system which hovered before him, pulsing like a heartbeat. Incoming Events: Stormfang Clan Retaliation: within 72 hours. Heavenly Temple Summons: active for 7 days. Optional Directive: Survive both encounters. Reward: Path Advancement Spirit Core Ignition.He exhaled slowly. “Seventy-two hours,” he murmured. “So the storm comes early.”Behind him, footsteps approached—soft, deliberate.“Still here?” Lyra’s voice was quiet but carried a weight of concern. Her silver-lined robes swayed with the wind, and her dark hair
Duel & Thrones Cracking
The tournament grounds shook with the roar of the crowd. Sunlight was bright across the martial arena. It glinted off already clean weapons and the gilded through thrones where the clan elders sat in judgment.Youth after youth clashed upon the sand. Each duel was a combat of qi and sword. Cheers rose when fire erupted and when blades hit one another.Arin stood silent at the edges, cloak drawn, watching. His turn had not yet come, but people talked about him wherever he went.“That’s him, the exile.”“He dares fight in the tournament?”“Maybe he’ll collapse before he even takes a stance.”They sneered. But their voices trembled faintly now, for some had already seen his controlled strikes in the early rounds where he dispatched opponents without wasted movement.Arin never revealed the full breadth of his strength. Yet each clash carried a weight that made the crowd gasp in shock. His fists struck like dragons hidden in mist and his footwork impossibly fluid for a boy once branded cr
Return & Tournament Omen
The wind howled across the barren ridge as two figures made their way along the frozen path.Arin walked with steady strides now. He was no longer the broken youth who had left his clan’s gates in humiliation. His qi flowed smoother and his meridians no longer felt like chains of fire tearing through his flesh. Instead, his body pulsed with faint power, subtle and yet undeniable.Beside him walked Lyra Frostwind. Her pale cloak fluttered like a shard. She said little, but every so often her icy gaze drifted toward him, as if measuring the changes in his stance and the growing strength in his aura.The wilderness had carved him anew.Days bled into nights. Their journey toward civilization became a crucible.At dawn, Arin drilled Dragon Vein Fist until his knuckles split. The system chimed relentlessly, issuing quests that rebuilt him.“Ding! Daily Training Quest: Perform 500 Dragon Vein Strikes.Reward: Dragon Vein Fist Proficiency +5%.Penalty: –2 years lifespan if failed.”His arms
Wilderness and Lyra
The wilderness was merciless.Arin stumbled through a tangle of thorn-bushes. His breath ragged and his ribs ached from another close encounter. His clothes were torn and streaked with blood. The moon hung cold above him. Silver light poured over a land teeming with beasts.Every direction was like death itself Yet, the system would not let him stop.“Ding! Survival Quest Update.Objective: Endure wilderness trial, Shelter, food, water secured within 24 hours.Time Remaining: 2 hours, 17 minutes.Penalty: –10 years lifespan.”Arin’s pulse hammered. He had secured water from a muddy stream, but food and shelter? He had seen nothing. His stomach clawed at itself in hunger.If he failed and if the timer struck zero, he would lose years of his life in an instant.He staggered onward. Growls echoed in the distance. Every rustle of leaves whispered in the darkness. “Is this how they expect me to die?” he muttered, clutching his mother’s cloth at his wrist.The night deepened, getting cold
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