2025-06-24 17:10:31The system had changed him. He moved faster. Thought clearer. Even the smells of the forest—sap, soil, rot—were sharper. Yet he still hadn’t unlocked the martial path. His body didn’t feel strong. Not in the way sword-wielders were. He’d never held a real blade, never once swung at anything larger than a bush. So why did his blood itch every time he thought of battle?
Today, he was determined to find out.
Kael stood in the center of the glade, sunlight dappled through thin clouds. The pendant rested warm on his chest. He took a breath.
“System,” he whispered. “Open Martial Path.”
[System Response: Martial Path – Locked]
Physical Aptitude: 1.9 / 2.0
Unlock Progress: 95%Suggestion: Begin Combat Trial to stimulate physical threshold
A combat trial? Against what?
His eyes darted around. Trees, wind, birdsong. Nothing threatening.
[Simulation Available: Flame Construct]
Risk: Mild Burn | Control Mode: Beginner
Begin Trial? [Y/N]His breath caught. Fire?
“…Yes.”
The glade shimmered.
A heat rose from the grass, distorting the air before him. Then it appeared: a figure—man-shaped, featureless—made entirely of licking, restrained flame. It carried no sword. Its hands burned brighter, fingers tipped in embered claws.
Kael backed up. The pendant pulsed once.
[Beginner Trial Initiated – Objective: Land 3 Successful Blows]
He grabbed the wooden staff he had carved last winter—more walking stick than weapon—and stepped forward.
The Flame Construct struck first. Fast.
Kael barely ducked, the heat searing over his cheek. He rolled to the side and swung the staff, catching the flame square in the torso. It passed through like smoke.
[Invalid Strike – No Force]
He gritted his teeth.
“Again.”
He watched. Counted. 1… 2…
Then he moved.
This time he drove the staff hard into the construct’s left arm. The fire flared, and the creature recoiled.
[Strike Registered – 1/3]
Kael grinned—right before a flaming palm slammed into his shoulder.
He stumbled, arm tingling with a dull burn. The staff slipped.
But he didn’t stop.
He charged again, raw instinct guiding him. The second blow came faster, more focused, angled to sweep the leg. Another flare.
[Strike Registered – 2/3]
The construct snarled silently, flames intensifying. It spun and lashed out.
Kael ducked under it, exhaled, and slammed the staff straight into its core.
[Strike Registered – 3/3]
[Trial Complete]Martial Path: UNLOCKEDTrait Gained: Combat Instinct (Passive)
Skill Unlocked: Flowstep – Allows bursts of speed and reflexive footwork Warning: Body fatigue likely. Rest recommended.Kael dropped to his knees, panting. His shirt was scorched at the shoulder, and sweat dripped into his eyes.
But he was smiling.
He lay on the grass for minutes, just breathing. The construct had faded like smoke. The warmth of victory was better than fire. Even the ache in his limbs felt... earned.
A twig snapped behind him.
Kael sat up instantly, heart thudding. He hadn’t heard anyone approach.
From the tree line stepped a woman, her cloak fluttering around lean shoulders. She moved like drifting smoke, silent and measured. A long, wrapped weapon hung across her back. Her eyes—green and sharp—locked onto him with unnerving stillness.
“Not bad,” she said. “For a boy with no sword.”
Kael stood. “Who are you?”
She didn’t answer right away. Her gaze lingered on the pendant around his neck.
“That sigil... Where did you get it?”
Kael’s fingers touched the pendant reflexively. “It was left to me. In a box. By my parents.”
Her jaw tightened ever so slightly.
“Do you know who they were?”
He hesitated. “Not really. I only know their names. No one ever talked about them.”
The woman stepped closer. “Your father trained under the Order of the Crimson Path. He was a dual-discipline warrior—healer and swordsman. He vanished after the Battle of Hollowreach.”
Kael stared at her, throat dry. “How do you know that?”
“Because I was there.”
She unwrapped the blade on her back. It was long, straight-edged, and older than anything he’d seen. Along its hilt ran the same sigils etched into his pendant.
“I fought beside your father once. And I buried him after that battle. Or thought I did.”
Kael staggered.
“You—he’s dead?”
She lowered the blade.
“I don’t know anymore. But that pendant was made only for one thing—to bind the System Sigil to bloodlines that carry it. No one has seen a functional one in sixteen years.”
Kael’s chest tightened. “Why are you here?”
She studied him. “Because three nights ago, I felt the system awaken. Like a beacon in a storm. It shook the mana threads across this region. If I felt it, others will too. Some won’t be as friendly.”
He swallowed. “Friendly?”
She smiled faintly. “That depends. My name is Seris Vel.”
Kael blinked. “You’re a Bladewarden. You shouldn’t even be out here without a retinue.”
Seris laughed softly. “I stopped following their rules a long time ago.”
They sat by the tree line as the sun dipped lower. Seris watched him wrap his injured shoulder with the last of his bandages.
“You favor your left hand,” she observed.
“I’m right-handed.”
“No. You’re left by instinct. Your right is hesitant. Likely taught to mimic.”
Kael looked down. “I was always told not to train with weapons. Ilna said it wasn’t safe.”
“Then she either loved you dearly or feared what you could become.”
Silence stretched between them.
Finally, Kael asked, “Can you teach me?”
Seris stared into the distance.
“You have no discipline. No foundation. Just luck and stubbornness. That’s not enough.”
He opened his mouth to protest, but she raised a hand.
“But you have the Sigil. And blood that answers its call. That... might be enough.”
She stood.
“Tomorrow. Same place. Bring something better than a stick.”
That night, Kael couldn’t sleep.
The pendant glowed faintly on his chest. The system stirred as he turned it over in his fingers.
[System Alert: Cross-Path Evolution Unlocked]
Martial / Medical Synergy Trait Available
Name: Vital Edge Description: Blades may be used to heal or harm. Skills infused with regenerative properties in battle.New Subtree Detected: Crimson Path – Legacy Class (Unclaimed)
Do you wish to pursue the Crimson Path?
Kael stared at the question.
In that moment, he could hear Seris’s voice. “Luck and stubbornness… might be enough.”
He pressed his palm to the interface.
[Y]
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Chapter 25: Ashen Oath
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Chapter 24: Crown of Ash
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The summons arrived at dawn, carried by a falcon draped in Vanguard colors. Its cry split the smoky silence of the camp, startling Mira awake and driving Seris to her feet before the letter even touched the ground.Seris unrolled the parchment with a practiced motion. Her eyes skimmed the words once, twice, before hardening. She turned to Kael, who had been standing near the edge of the campfire circle, still half-dreaming of chains and flames.“The Vanguard calls you to stand before the Council,” Seris said. Her voice was steady, but Kael heard the undercurrent of strain. “They demand explanation for the fire you now wield.”Kael’s throat felt dry. “Explanation? Or judgment?”Thorne stirred from where he sat hunched over his staff. “The two are often the same, boy. But better to face them in the open than let rumor and fear decide your fate for you.”Kael nodded, though his stomach twisted. In the flames he had wielded against the False Sigil, he had glimpsed both power and ruin. How
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