The Last King System

Chapter 5: The Huntress Pact

The storm hadn’t stopped.

Rain fell in hard sheets, drenching the broken skyline. Neon lights flickered in the distance — hollow reminders of the world that used to be.

Leon walked through the ruins with his shotgun slung across his back, each step echoing faintly through the hollow streets. His body still ached from the fight with the Titan. Regeneration helped, but exhaustion settled deep in his bones.

[Health: 92%. Energy: 47%. Regeneration Rate: Slowing.]

He ignored the numbers. He’d learned that focusing on stats didn’t matter when you could barely stand. What mattered was instinct — and the faint trail he was following.

Nova.

She had disappeared after the battle, but Leon knew she wanted him to find her. She’d left faint markers — a trail of magnetic pulses barely detectable unless you were tuned into the System’s frequencies.

“Smart girl,” he muttered. “Let’s see where you’re hiding.”

He followed the trail for nearly an hour before he found it — an underground bunker hidden beneath an abandoned subway station. The door was reinforced, but the magnetic lock was still active.

Leon knelt and placed his hand on the console.

[System: Accessing lock signature…]

[Magnetic Pulse synchronization: 83%. Override possible.]

He grinned. “You’re not the only one who can play with tech, Nova.”

The lock clicked. The door hissed open.

The room inside was dimly lit — old monitors, weapon racks, and a faint hum of System energy radiating from the walls.

Then came her voice.

“I told you not to follow me.”

Leon turned. Nova stood across the room, leaning against a terminal. Her rifle rested against her shoulder, but her eyes — sharp and calculating — never left him.

“You left a trail,” Leon said. “Kind of defeats the point.”

Her mouth twitched in amusement. “I left a test. You passed.”

He raised a brow. “So what now? You going to shoot me or start with a lecture?”

“Neither.”

She walked closer, her boots echoing on the concrete. “You want to survive in this city, Leon? You’ll need to learn control.”

“Control of what?”

Nova tapped the glowing veins on his arm — the faint silver lines that pulsed with System energy. “That. The Predator inside you. It’s not a gift; it’s a curse with a timer.”

Leon’s jaw tightened. “I’ve heard that one before.”

“I’m serious. Every System has a stability ratio. Yours is dropping faster than anyone I’ve ever seen. If it hits zero—”

“I lose control,” he finished.

She nodded. “And when that happens, you don’t become a man. You become prey.”

Leon stared at her. “So teach me. Show me how to keep it in check.”

Nova studied him for a long moment. Then she turned and walked toward a control panel.

“Fine,” she said. “But first, I need to see how far gone you already are.”

The bunker’s floor split open, revealing a training chamber below — a circular arena lined with glowing System runes.

Leon followed her down. The air was colder here, metallic and sharp.

Nova stepped into the center and tossed him a blade — a dark, humming weapon forged from fractured System shards.

“Simple test,” she said. “I attack. You defend. No killing.”

Leon smirked. “You sure about that?”

Her eyes glowed gold. “Try me.”

She moved first — a blur of motion. Her rifle shifted shape mid-swing, turning into a blade. Leon barely managed to block, sparks flying as the two weapons clashed.

Her attacks were fast, precise — surgical. Every strike tested his reactions, forcing him to read her rhythm.

[System Sync: 73%. Neural response acceleration engaged.]

Leon ducked under her next swing and countered with a magnetic pulse. The shockwave sent her sliding back, boots scraping against the floor.

“Not bad,” she said. “But you rely too much on the System. What happens when it cuts out?”

“Then I improvise.”

He charged, spinning the blade and striking with raw momentum. Nova blocked with her forearm guard, absorbing the blow, then kneed him hard in the gut. Leon staggered but caught her wrist before she could strike again.

Their eyes locked — predator meeting predator.

For a moment, neither moved. The air between them buzzed with tension.

Then Nova smirked and twisted free, driving a kick into his ribs.

Leon hit the floor, coughing. “You hit harder than you look.”

“Good,” she said, stepping back. “You’ll need it.”

[Combat Evaluation Complete.]

[Sync Result: 84%. Instability: 27%.]

Nova glanced at the holographic display hovering above them. “Better than I expected. You’re adapting faster than most Candidates.”

Leon sat up, wiping blood from his lip. “Most?”

“There were others before you,” she said quietly. “None of them lasted long.”

He frowned. “What killed them?”

Nova met his gaze. “The crown.”

The words hung heavy in the air.

“The King System,” she continued. “It’s not just about survival or power. It’s about control. The System chooses its successor through chaos — only one can ascend. Everyone else burns out or goes mad trying.”

Leon leaned back against the wall, thinking. “And you? What’s your role in all this?”

She hesitated — just a flicker, but enough for him to catch it.

“I was part of the first generation of Candidates,” she said finally. “I failed my ascension trial. Lost everything because of it.”

Leon’s voice softened slightly. “So you’ve seen what happens.”

Nova nodded. “Which is why I’m offering you something no one offered me — guidance.”

He stared at her for a long moment. “And what do you get out of this?”

Her lips curved faintly. “Insurance. If you rise, I survive.”

Leon chuckled. “So this is a pact of convenience.”

“Call it what you like,” she said. “But if we’re doing this, there’s no half-measures. You follow my lead until you can control the Predator inside you.”

Leon stood. “Fine. But the moment you try to control me, we’ll have a problem.”

Nova smiled faintly. “Noted.”

Hours passed. Nova drilled him relentlessly — close combat, movement efficiency, controlled use of power. Every time he overused his abilities, she punished him for it — literally knocking him flat on his back until he learned restraint.

By dawn, Leon was drenched in sweat, breathing hard. His muscles screamed, but his mind felt sharper.

Nova stood across the room, arms crossed. “Better,” she said. “You’re learning to think between strikes instead of relying on brute force.”

Leon gave her a crooked grin. “You hit like a tank. Hard not to think when your ribs are breaking.”

She chuckled. “You’ll thank me later.”

He rubbed his shoulder, watching her carefully. “You really believe I can ascend?”

Nova’s expression softened for the first time. “If you learn to control that rage? Maybe. You have something the others didn’t.”

“What’s that?”

“Purpose.”

Leon’s smile faded. “You don’t even know what mine is.”

“I don’t need to,” she said quietly. “I can see it in your eyes. Whatever drives you… it’s bigger than survival.”

He looked away, jaw tightening. “Maybe.”

The System flickered suddenly, interrupting them.

[Warning: Zone 08 Breach Detected.]

[System Activity: Multiple Candidates Approaching.]

[Priority Threat: Rank C+ Host (Name: Kade Morran).]

Nova’s eyes widened. “He’s here already?”

Leon frowned. “Who?”

“Another Candidate,” she said, voice sharp. “One of the Syndicate’s elites. If he’s in Zone 08, he’s hunting Sovereign Fragments—just like you.”

Leon grabbed his weapon. “Then let’s move.”

Nova caught his arm. “No. You’re not ready yet.”

He looked at her, eyes hard. “I don’t have time to be ready.”

The air between them tensed again — the same silent battle of wills. Then Nova released his arm.

“Fine,” she said. “But if you’re going after him, you’re not doing it alone.”

[Quest Updated: The Huntress Pact.]

[Objective: Engage and neutralize Candidate Kade Morran.]

[Reward: Sovereign Fragment x1 + System Rank Increase Potential.]

Leon smirked. “Sounds like a challenge.”

Nova reloaded her rifle with a click. “Try not to die this time.”

He slung his shotgun across his back and stepped toward the elevator. “No promises.”

As the platform rose toward the surface, lightning flared outside — distant thunder rumbling through the city.

Nova glanced at him, her expression unreadable. “You really don’t fear death, do you?”

Leon’s voice was low, steady. “Death’s not what I fear.”

“What then?”

He looked out over the ruined skyline, eyes glowing faint silver. “Being forgotten.”

The doors opened, wind rushing in.

And together, the mechanic from the slums and the fallen huntress stepped back into the storm.