《Journey Across the Neverland》
Prologue - Judgement of the Vanquished.
I once sought freedom in knowledge.
I believed that if I uncovered enough truths, I could shatter the limits placed upon me. But the more I learned, the heavier my burdens became. Truth does not set one freeit only sharpens the bars of the cage.
I once sought freedom in strength.
I believed that if I became powerful enough, I could break the chains binding me to this world. But the stronger I became, the more unbreakable those chains felt. Strength does not grant freedomit only forges a heavier shackle.
Neither path leads beyond the walls of fate. Everything leads to the same end.
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I continue to blame this world for shackling my soul.
I continue to run from myself in this barren land.
Nothing can flourish here, yet the questions of my existence refuse to wither.
Yet, I still wonder
Do I truly hate others, or do I hate myself?
If my own existence is a prison, should I not be the one to destroy it?
If this land is ever to become the neverland we dreamed of, must those like me remain hidden?
Why question my existence when I can simply rid myself of this endless epiphany of my uselessness?
Whoever finds this note, continue to question yourself. If you fail to become an honest person like myself...
Always remember, death is your only option.
Chapter 1- The abyss
God, I really cannot wait to be blessed by your presence, so I have taken it upon myself to commit suicide.
What was the first thing that came to mind when thinking of the Abyss? A black void? A place absent of light? Those answers are right, but there was one that reigned above all.
It was a place that forced you to question the unanswerable. Cole had come to that conclusion after experiencing his sixth or seventh existential crisis. He had turned to religion at timesit offered a framework, an answer to the incomprehensible. The Abyss was incredibly boring. But if he framed it as something divine, something beyond mortal understanding, then maybe he could pretend there was meaning in his suffering.
Once again, God, I really cannot wait to be blessed by your presence, so I have taken it upon myself to commit suicide.
He had repeated those words more times than he could count. Maybe if he said them enough, they would feel real. Maybe if he framed his despair as devotion, he wouldnt have to admit what it really was.
But the thought still came. No matter how much he ran from it, no matter how many justifications he found, it was always there, pressing against the back of his skull, waiting for a moment of weakness to slip through.
I want to kill myself.
There it was. No poetry. No grand justification. Just the truth.
And the worst part? It wasnt even shocking anymore.
''Perhaps it''s day four?''
"No, that''s not right," Cole whispered to himself before restarting.
''Day... something. Ive given up trying to keep track. The Abyss remains as inscrutable as ever. The others are still here, though we barely speak anymore. Silence feels safer. Safer, but heavier.
Cole paused, tapping the pen against the edge of the diary. He glanced at the others falling alongside himprobably also experiencing the empty feeling in their stomachs due to constantly falling. It was just three figures, each caught in their own battle with the Abyss. None of them were asleep, though they feigned it well. Perhaps they thought dreams might offer an escape. If only.
"When will this end?" Jake muttered. The boy fell with an unsettling energy, the weight of his thoughts threatening to crush him.
His short, jet-black hair jutted out, as if he''d run his fingers through it a thousand times. He had an average height but athletic lean build, his tense posture suggested a coiled spring ready to snap. What drew Coles attention most were his deep brown, stormy eyes, glistening with chaotic lighton the edge of madness.
"When will this end?" he said again, his voice slightly rising as he tensed his trembling fist, knowing his answer would not come.
The other three stared at him, waiting to see if an outburst was imminent. However, silence followed again. Whether he was too defeated to continue or chose to hold back, everyone was thankful that morale didn''t further decrease. Their experience was akin to a rollercoaster with no turns or changes, their destiny predetermined to fall and fall.
"Cheer up, Jake! It''s not like we have a whole eternity before us to go crazy. So shut up and enjoy the scenery a bit longer, yeah?" Hunter condescendingly said while laughing at Jake.
The boy exuded effortless charm, his soft brown hair neatly styled to complement his fair, unblemished skin. Caramel eyes, flecked with gold, glimmered with playful malice, their warmth masking the sting of his words. The golden tones in his gaze mirrored the sunlit highlights in his hair. Slightly taller than Jake, he fell with an easy assurance.
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Bea shook her head. The intention to instigate Jake for his own entertainment was painfully clear to everyone but him.
Jakes gaze snapped to Hunter, his fists trembling. Come here, he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
Calm down, Jake, Bea interjected, her tone weary but firm.
She pinched the bridge of her nose, her shoulder-length dark blonde hair falling into her face as she sighed. Her black eyes, evidently tired, showed her exhaustion. They held a detached, almost aloof quality, as though she had long since grown accustomed to the relentless emptiness of the abyss. Youre only making this harder on yourself.
"Calm down?
A soft, disbelieving snicker broke the silence, barely a whisper at first. It was as though the person couldnt quite grasp the absurdity of the situation. But then, the sound shifteddeeper, heavieras if they were struggling to catch their breath. The laughter slowly started to build, not a chuckle, but something more uncontrolled, more manic. It reverberated through the empty abyss, growing louder and more chaotic, until it was the only sound that remained.
At first, they didnt even realize it was them laughing. The absurdity of the moment, of everything that had just unfolded, seemed too much to bear, too impossible to process. But then, it hit them.
They froze mid-laugh, the realization that they were the one laughing washing over them in a cold, sudden wave.
Running a hand through his hair, Jake exhaled sharply, tryingand failingto calm himself.
Hes about to lose it, Cole thought.
Hunter broke the silence, his tone as purposefully mocking as ever. Got anger issues, or what?
Cole instinctively raised his hands, ready to shield his ears.
SHUT UP! Jake roared, lunging at Hunter. But the Abyss thwarted his movement, reducing his attack to a clumsy, falling motion. Hunter laughed outright, clutching his stomach as tears streamed down his face as they flew off, becoming lost in the vast void.
Cole sighed, closing his diary and tucking it away. He had long since stopped trying to mediate their conflicts. The Abyss had a way of stripping people down to their rawest selves, and there was little point in trying to fight it. Instead, he watched silently, an observer to the chaos.
***
The rhythmic tapping of a pen echoed through the nearly empty room, its beat steady and deliberate against the polished surface of the wooden table.
Cole, the man began, his voice laced with exhaustion as he looked up, his tired eyes framed by deep lines of weariness. The light overhead reflected sharply off his bald head, giving him a slightly comedic appearance. Over the years youve attended this institution, your attendance has been an astonishing 5%.
He paused, letting the number linger in the air like a judgment. Then, with a resigned sigh, he added, Yet, I would feel bad if you did not attend the last festival for your coming of age. So, please, endeavour to at least show up for that.
Cole met his gaze with an almost detached calm and gave a slight nod. Yes, sir.
The teacher waved a hand lazily. Youre dismissed.
Without another word, Cole turned and left the classroom. School had never been more than an occasional distraction for him, a brief foray into an unknown world. But today, he had chosen to immerse himself in the environment once more, if only to remind himself why he stayed away.
Outside, the air felt lighter, but his thoughts weighed heavy. The tradition loomed in the back of his mindthe festival that marked the coming of age, the celebrations, the sense of unity and joy that pervaded the community. Yet none of that interested Cole.
Every year on the same day, those who are eighteen were sent to the Abyss, a harrowing trial that determined their worthiness to access the alternative world. It was a grand occasion, surrounded by jubilant festivities. But for Cole, the Abyss wasnt a milestone to celebrateit was a stage to overcome. His eyes were fixed solely on the abyss, the place where his goal awaited.
In the abyss, he would gain the strength he craved. Power, purpose, and perhaps even vindicationall lay within reach, assuming he could survive the trial. The thought stirred something deep within him, a simmering determination buried beneath his calm exterior.
The school day had not yet ended, but Cole was already heading toward the exit to go home. He felt no need to linger. Whatever faint interest had drawn him here was already spent. As he walked through the corridors, he thought to himself that he had received his yearly dosage of poison. That had to have been enough.
Chapter 2- The cookies left behind.
The room was dim, lit only by the weak glow of a flickering lantern. Cole sat cross-legged on the cold floor, his breathing steady but shallow.
The hum of his pocket dimension felt closer nowan eerie vibration that seemed to buzz inside his solar plexus node rather than in the air around him. The Solar Plexus Node was not a physical organ but a metaphysical bundle of energy intertwined with the user''s essence. It''s deep within their bodya mix of black and silver hues, constantly in flux, like ink dissolving in water.
It was the key connecting the user to their personal pocket dimension, allowing them to momentarily enter a different space out of reality tied to their identity.
Cole clenched his fists, his palms damp with sweat, as the weight of his focus pressed down on him.
He stared at his hand, the skin pale and trembling under the dim light. He tried to imagine it slipping out of sync with the world, willing it to lose its solidity and become transparent as it was lost into a different space. At first, there was nothing. His hand remained stubbornly physical, the flesh heavy with doubt and frustration.
Then, a prickling sensation spread up his arm, like icy needles piercing his skin. His breath paused as his fingertips began to shimmer. The edges of his hand grew hazy, blurring as if the air itself were swallowing him piece by piece. A faint, black mist coiled from his fingers, twisting and dissipating like smoke caught in water.
For a split second, his fingers passed through the cold stone floor. The sensation was jarringcold and sharp, as though hed pushed his hand into ice water laced with shards of glass. He yanked his hand back, his chest tightening with a mix of exhilaration and fear. The black mist evaporated, and his hand was solid again, trembling as if it had been plunged into another world and barely returned.
Cole exhaled shakily, staring at his hand with dilated eyes. He could feel the faint pull of his personal pocket dimension still lingering, beckoning him to try again, to dive deeper. But he wasnt sure if he was readyand he did not want to pay the price for overextending.
Getting up from the floor, Cole turned off the lantern and switched on the lights. His training using Voidcraft had to be cut short today. That man was visiting him todayit had been a while since he last saw him.
Exiting the room, he walked down the stairs and got ready to prepare snacks and tea. It wasnt that he really wanted to accommodate the person, but more that it felt like he was obliged to. The man had somewhat taken careor watched over him for the past eight years.
Cole always started off making dinner by washing his handshe felt cleaner that way. The kettle whistled as Cole poured boiling water over the tea bag, watching the dark amber spread. He added a careful splash of milk, swirling it into a soft caramel hue. The faint aroma rose as he stirred, the clink of the spoon against the mug quiet in the room.
Lifting the cup, he sipped, the warmth and creamy sweetness grounding him. It wasnt perfect, but it was enougha small comfort. He then repeated this, making a second cup for the man coming.
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Placing the cups at opposite ends of the table, Cole carefully arranged the plates, each holding a handful of soft chocolate-chip cookies. His hands moved mechanically, his thoughts elsewhere.
The doorbell rang, sharp and abrupt.
Already?
Coles chest tightened as he made his way to the front door. He braced himself. Hed done this beforehe could handle it. If he just kept telling himself it would be fine then it should be, right? Without hesitating, he opened the door.
Hey, the man said curtly, his tone as impersonal as always.
Cole looked him up and down, forcing himself to stay calm. He didnt want to show weakness or vulnerability. Come in.
Silence settled over themnot the comfortable kind, but the suffocating sort, dense with unsaid words. Coles leg bounced under the table, a nervous rhythm he barely noticed until he forced himself to stop. He needed to hold it together.
Finally, Cole broke the stalemate. Why did you come? he asked, his voice firmer than he felt.
The man took a sip of his tea, his exterior as calm as Cole attempted to be. As you know. He began. Next week, you will be transported to the Abyss. He took another pause, observing Cole. This was something Cole hated, he hated the gaze of this man penetrating his very existence, as if he had no choice but to submit. How are you feeling?
It will be easy. Cole said, also taking a sip from his tea. The taste was not as sweet as before.
The mans lips pressed into a thin line. The trial is not easy.
Why wouldnt it be? Cole shot back, his voice carrying an edge. It was easy for you.
A pause stretched between them, longer this time. The air grew heavier, the tea and cookies on the table now symbols of a warmth that neither could summon.
The man looked towards his tea. You are not me, Cole.
I know I''m not. Cole spat, his voice laced with something bitter. But whats so hard about the trial? I will clear it.
The man leaned back in his chair. Just take it seriously. Do not fail. He said, his voice stern.
Cole also stared down at his tea, his reflection distorted in the dark liquid. I am, he murmured, softer this time, his words tinged with a vulnerability he hadnt meant to reveal. I dont have a choice.
The mans expression shifted, but only slightly. If this is about
Dont mention his name. Cole interrupted, his voice cold and final.
The room went silent again, with how many times silence eloped these two individuals you would expect them to be used to ithowever that was never the case.
Is that all? Cole asked, his tone almost mocking now. You came to check if I was ready? Well, if thats it, you can go. Ive been ready. Failure isnt an option.
The mans lips curved into the faintest smile, though it didnt reach his eyes. Im glad to hear that.
He rose from his chair and walked to the door. As he reached it, he paused, glancing back one last time.
Make sure you attend the festival next week, he said before stepping out and shutting the door behind him.
The sound of the latch clicked. Cole let out a long sigh, his body sagging in his chair as though the mans presence had been pressing down on him the entire time.
His gaze drifted to the untouched plate of cookies.
He didnt even take one.
Chapter 3- Beauty and the Beast
Cole slipped out into the cool night, the door to his house closing with a faint creak behind him. The weight in his chest felt heavier with each step he took. It was that time of the yearthe day his brother had died. It had been years, but the ache hadnt dulledit lingered, a constant reminder. The same reminder that angered him repeatedly.
The streets were quiet, stripped of the noise that filled them during the day. Lanterns lined the pathways, their soft light stretching out in flickering patterns, making the shadows seem alive. Cole kept the hood of his cloak up, his gaze low, as though the darkness could shield him from his own thoughts.
It wasnt far before he reached the market square, where stalls stood closed and silent, their tarps tied down against the night wind. He could almost hear the echoes of laughter and haggling from earlier in the day on his way home from school. The grand fountain in the center, its golden carvings of creatures glinting faintly under the moonlight, was still. Coles eyes lingered on it for a moment, thinking of the stories his mother used to tell about the Abyss.
The fallen star that descended onto Vahnor. That was how the Abyss was always describeda great cataclysm that shaped their world. Some said it brought power to the strong, while others whispered that it was a curse, a trial for humanitys arrogance. The myths didnt matter much to Cole, but there were nights, like this one, when he couldnt help but wonder what the Abyss truly was.
His steps quickened as he moved past the towering Council Spire, its golden dome on top of the white tower gleaming faintly.
The sight of it always stirred something bitter inside him. The four people on the council, the strongest among them that resided in this Kingdom who had reached the level of Vahnkenhe couldnt imagine that they had to experience the feeling of loss like him with how strong they werethat man included.
By the time he reached the edge of the kingdom, the streets had turned rougher, the cobblestones giving way to uneven stone paths. He slipped through a small gate hidden beneath an arch of twisting vines. It was an old exit, forgotten by most, but Cole knew it well.
The forest loomed ahead, its treetops forming a dense canopy that blocked out much of the moonlight. The air here was damp and cool, carrying the earthy scent of moss and pine. Coles heart felt heavier with each step as he followed the path he had walked so many times beforeeventually crossing a log over a stream riddled with pebbles and stones.
Why do I keep doing this? he wondered bitterly. It wasnt as though visiting the grave brought him peace. If anything, it only deepened the ache, but staying away felt wronglike forgetting. And forgetting was something he felt like he was not permitted to do, as if something in his body was preventing him from doing so.
Its not my fault, He reassured himself.
The clearing came into view, small and quiet, a pocket of stillness in the midst of the towering trees. Wildflowers had grown around the simple stone marker, their pale petals catching the faint light. Cole took a deep breath as he stepped closer, now sitting cross-legged on the floor. His brother had not died here, but it was the only place Cole could get away and pay his respects.
He always felt uneasy during his annual visits. Before he could stop himself, the words slipped out: Im sorry. It was the same as every year. He clenched his fists, frustration bubbling inside.
I have nothing to apologize for. I wasnt the one in the wrong.
As he stood there, head bowed, a chill ran down his spinenot from the cold, but from the feeling of being watched. He lifted his head sharply, scanning his surroundings. That was when he saw her.
She had black wavy hair tied in a messy bun, with bronze accessories that matched her red eyes, fading to brown at the edges. Her thick eyebrows and high cheekbones gave her face a refined look, while her heart-shaped lips completed her striking features. She was tall and slim, wearing a long black dress with a transparent chest area decorated in intricate black and red rose designs, subtly highlighting her figureand consequently her rather small chest.
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Cole had interacted with this girl a few times before. He had once sparred with her for practice and lost. He felt his meeting with his brother had to be cut short. The girl had a few screw looses. He got up from the floor, as if he had finished what he had come here for.
You just got here? The girl said, her head tilting slightly as if confused. Youre done already?
Why are you here, Yui? Cole asked, his voice slightly tense. The girl standing before him wasnt an ordinary person. She was the daughter of one of the members on the council, naturally her talent for strength was genius-likehowever it is not like Cole lacked by too far in comparison. He had been given slight guidance by that man after all.
The girl approached him, her gaze sharp. "I saw you walking alone," she said, inching closer to Cole. "What are you doing out here at this hour?" Her voice was curious, as if piecing together a mystery in her mind. Without warning, she reached for his throat, her touch light, not meant to harm, but to examine. "Is it related to these scars?"
Cole jerked away, slapping her hand off, his voice unsteady. "What do you think you''re doing?" He rubbed his neck nervously, hoping she hadnt used any of her strange Bloodcraft.
"They''re pretty," she remarked, almost absently, as if admiring something far more than the question she had just asked.
Should I even be surprised? Cole sighed to himself.
Im going back, he said, turning to leave.
"Ill tag along," Yui said, her tone firm, almost like an order. She glided alongside him.
Now walking back they traversed the forest, although the girl was weird Cole did feel slightly less lonely. Not going to school muchevident by his near zero attendanceand mainly sticking to himself had made interactions like these slightly more valuable, even if it was with a person he perceived as slightly crazy.
They walked in silence for a while before Yui broke it with a smug tone. You know, she said, a sly smile playing on her lips, youre not the only one whos lost someone.
Cole glanced at her, his jaw tightening. What do you mean?
Yui tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and amusement. I mean, youre not the only one whos been through something like that. Everyone deals with loss. Its not some unique burden you''ve been given.
His hands trembled at his sides. Are you saying its not a big deal? he questioned, his voice rising.
The wind started to pick up as they continued walking.
She shrugged casually, her grin widening. Oh, its a big deal, sure. But the way you act, its like you think youre the only one whos ever felt this way. When are you going to do something about it, coward?.
Coles fists balled tighter, but he held back the retort burning at the back of his throat. Its not that simple, he muttered.
Yuis expression shifted, though her smirk didnt fade. Really? Because it seems pretty simple to me. Maybe you like playing the victim.
He walked ahead of her, in order to hold himself back from starting a fight. You dont know anything about it.
Right, sure. I dont know anything about loss. Yuis voice was dripping with sarcasm. But I guess its easier to blame your past than face the present, huh?
Coles anger flared, his breathing quickening. You think you know me?
I dont need to know you to see it, she replied coolly, voice full with amusement. Its written all over you. But you know what? Keep holding on to your grief. Maybe itll keep you company forever.
Cole was silent for a moment, trying to control the surge of emotions threatening to spill over. He felt the sting of her words, but there was something about her mocking tone that made it worse.
Im not asking for sympathy, he muttered, his voice quiet but sharp.
Yui raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the effect her words had. No, youre not. But you sure act like you expect it.
She stepped closer to him, giving him a pat on the back, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Dont worry, though. Maybe one day youll stop being so miserable and actually start living. Or maybe not. Who cares, right?
With that, she stopped provoking Cole, her dress fluttering in the slight wind, and began walking ahead, her steps light and carefree, as if the conversation had been nothing but a game to her. Cole watched her for a moment, the weight of her words lingering in the air, before he followed her back toward the kingdom.
Chapter 4- A small treat for a lost customer
The morning sun bathed the kingdom in a golden glow, casting long shadows across the cobbled streets and bustling alleys. Its light stretched into every corner, painting the white stone buildings with a warm hue. Cole adjusted his crisp school uniform, its white fabric lined with gold felt gleaming in the sunlight, as he made his way toward the academy. The week had gone by relatively quickly.
The streets were alive with movementother eighteen-year-olds, dressed identically, walked with similar purpose. They had all been summoned, their presence required to hear the councils speech. Tomorrow, they would descend into the Abyss, and today was meant to prepare their minds and spirits.
The Academy loomed ahead, its spires piercing the sky like jagged blades. Its walls were adorned with banners of gold and white, fluttering faintly in the breezea symbol of strength and unity, a constant reminder of the kingdoms ideals.
Inside, the hall was filled with rows upon rows of students seated on worn wooden benches. The air buzzed with whispers and the occasional bark of a teacher demanding silence. At the front of the room, four high-backed chairs stood on an elevated platform, each occupied by a member of the councilapart from one chair that was missing a member.
The council members were imposing figures, each one radiating an aura of strength that demanded respectthe man who had visited Cole included. These were the Vahnken, the pinnacle of power in the kingdom. Coles eyes lingered on them for a moment, as his gaze settled on the council head, an old man, despite retaining his young looks he had streaks of silver in his hair and a scar running down his left cheek, barely covered by his glasses. This man was Yuis father.
When the whispers finally subsided, the council head stood, his deep voice filling the hall.
We are gathered here today to remind you of the world beyond this kingdom, he began. The Abyssa fallen star, a rift in the fabric of our existence. It remains a mystery and a challenge to us all. It is a place where only the strong survive, where the unworthy are swallowed whole.
We strive to uncover its secrets, the council head continued. And someday, we may learn the truth of its origins. But until that day, we must remain vigilant. The Abyss is not merely a legend or a myth to be whispered aboutit is a test. A reminder that weakness has no place in this world.
The students remained completely silentalmost as if they were scared of him, the weight of the councils words sinking in. Cole slightly shifted in his seat. Weakness. That word always struck a nervethis world had always run on power.
The speech continued for a while longer, touching on the festival preparations and the role of the youth in upholding the kingdoms futurethis was until the council head took a seat, allowing that man to take control.
Essentia, the man began, his voice carrying the weight of authority as his sharp gaze swept over the crowd, pausing briefly on Cole. Valour, Voidcraft, Bloodcraft, Eidolon and Transference. No matter the pathway you were born withwhether one, two, or even threedo not let it define your strength.
His words hung in the air, heavy and deliberate. Enter this trial with the understanding that death is a possibility. Enter it believing you are weak. Only those who accept this truth will discover their resilience. It is not the strongest who will prevail, but those who adapt to whatever is thrown at them.
Once again, his piercing eyes flicked toward Cole, lingering just long enough to make his chest tighten. Make this kingdom proud.
The hall erupted into applause, a thunderous ovation that shook the air. Cheers followed, voices overlapping in chaotic adorationas if everyone was more comfortable with this man compared to the serious council head.
Thank you! someone shouted.
Youre the best! another student called out.
The man stood tall amidst the fervor, his calm demeanor amplifying the reverence he commanded. At the young age of 28, he was known as The Absolutea legend among legends, and the first to be born with three pathways. To many, he was more than a hero; he was the very embodiment of what the kingdom aspired to create.
To Cole, he was something else entirely: an unshakable reminder of the guilt he couldnt seem to escape.
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Eventually, the students were dismissed, being allowed to enjoy the rest of their time before the trial of the abyss.
Cole rose from the bench with the rest of the students, the wooden legs scraping against the stone floor in a chaotic symphony. The air around him buzzed with a mixture of excitement and dread as groups of students chattered about the speech, speculating on the dangers of the Abyss and trading rumors about past trials.
Cole moved with the current, stepping out of the crowded hall and into the open courtyard of the academy. The sunlight from earlier had mellowed. He paused for a moment, watching the others dispersesome heading toward the festival preparations, others lingering to continue their discussions.
He tuned them out, focusing instead on the faint hum of the banners swaying in the breeze. As much as he hated to admit it, a heaviness settled in his chest. Tomorrow, theyd all be walking into the unknown. For some, it would be the last time they saw the kingdomthe last time they saw anything.
The Absolutes words echoed in his mind: Enter this trial with the understanding that death is a possibility.
Cole rubbed his neck. His heart felt like it was being squeezed. He didnt fear the Abyss itselfhe feared failing, being weak, as if surviving that day was not something he had deserved.
He exhaled sharply, forcing himself to move forward, his shoes scuffing against the stone as he made his way through the courtyard gates and back into the bustling streets.
The streets were alive with the sounds of preparation for the upcoming festival. Vendors shouted over one another, advertising their wares, while children darted between adults, their laughter weaving through the chaos. Brightly colored banners hung from the buildings, their edges fluttering like the wings of birds. Musicians tuned their instruments in the corners of plazas, their melodies occasionally spilling into the air before cutting off abruptly.
Cole navigated through the crowd, his thoughts still heavy as he passed a row of vendors lining the bustling street. The scents of spiced meats, roasted nuts, and freshly baked bread wafted toward him, momentarily distracting him from the weight on his shoulders.
"Young man!" a jovial voice called out, cutting through the air.
Cole turned to see an older man standing behind a wooden cart. The vendor had a kind face, lined with wrinkles that deepened when he smiled. His cart was piled high with sweet and savory pastries, their golden crusts glistening under the sunlight.
"You look like you could use a bite," the man said, holding out a small pastry wrapped in paper.
Cole hesitated, his stomach growling betraying himself. How much? he asked, reaching for the coin pouch at his belt.
The man shook his head with a chuckle. No charge. Consider it a gift.
Cole blinked, surprised. Why?
The mans smile softened, barely visible underneath his full mustache. Because Ive been where you areeighteen, standing on the edge of something bigger than myself, unsure if Id make it through. He gestured for Cole to take the pastry.
Cole accepted it carefully, the warmth of the pastry seeping through the thin paper. Thank you.
The man leaned against his cart, his eyes studying Cole with a mix of curiosity and nostalgia. Youre heading into the Abyss tomorrow, arent you?
Cole nodded, his grip tightening slightly on the pastry. Yeah.
The vendor sighed, his expression turning thoughtful. Its not an easy thing, going into that place. It changes you. He paused, then added, But it doesnt have to define you.
Cole tilted his head, unsure how to respond.
When I was your age, the man continued, I thought the Abyss would swallow me whole. I thought I wasnt strong enough, smart enoughgood enough. But I learned something there.
What? Cole asked, his voice quiet.
The mans gaze met his, steady and warm. That strength isnt about how much power you have or how skilled you are. Its about holding on to what you truly value, no matter what you face. If you can do that, youll come out of it with more than survivalyoull come out with purpose.
Coles chest tightened. He wasnt sure he believed that, not yet. But there was something in the mans tonesomething genuinethat made the words feel less distant, less unreachable.
Ill try, Cole said finally.
The man nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. Thats all you can do. And when you come back, you stop by here. First pastrys on me, but the second one? Youre paying for that.
A faint smile tugged at Coles lips. Deal.
May the Gods bless you. The man chuckled, patting the side of the cart. Good luck, son. Youve got more in you than you realize.
Cole murmured his thanks and turned away, the mans words lingering in his mind. As he walked, he took a bite of the pastry. The flaky crust melted on his tongue, the sweetness spreading warmth through him.
For the first time that day, the tightness in his chest eased just a little. The streets seemed a bit less overwhelming, the noise a little less sharp.
He finished the pastry slowly, appreciating each bite, as the vendors words replayed in his head: Youve got more in you than you realize.
And for a moment, Cole allowed himself to believe it.
Chapter 5- The festival
The streets of the kingdom were alive with celebration. Vibrant lanterns of gold and white lit up the night, casting a warm glow over the mass of people gathered for the festival. The hum of laughter, music, and clinking glasses filled the air as citizens reveled in the festivities. This was a moment of unity, of distraction, even if everyone knew the true purpose of the gathering.
For the eighteen-year-olds, however, the evening was heavy with anticipation. Clad in their gearlight armour, weapons strapped to their sides, and packs filled with suppliesthey stood in clusters throughout the square, islands of quiet resolve amid the jubilant crowd.
Cole adjusted his gear, he wore black light armour, paired with his white scythe that almost seemed to glow.
The countdown was set to begin in less than ten minutes. Citizens bustled around the square, casting glances at the young ones with a mix of pride and sorrow. It was a tradition for this kingdom, this festival of departure, but for the participants, it was more like a funeral wake.
Cole weaved through the crowd, his boots plodding against the cobblestones as he avoided the brightly lit stalls and vendors calling out to sell their wares. The air was thick with the scent of food, and the faint tang of alcohol.
A familiar voice cut through the noise, sharp and slightly slurred.
Cole!
He turned and froze. Yui stumbled toward him, a half-empty bottle of something amber-colored swinging loosely in her grip. Her cheeks were flushed, her black hair messy and unkempt, and her eyes unfocused.
Yui? Coles brow furrowed in disbelief. Are you drunk?
Yui grinned, raising the bottle in a mock toast. Why not? One last party before we head to... well, you know.
Are you serious? he asked, his voice low but sharp. Were about to go into the Abyss. Do you think this is a good idea?
She shrugged, taking another sip.
Cole clenched his jaw, glancing around to see if anyone else had noticed her state. Yui, this isnt the time
She cut him off, her tone shifting from playful to bitter. Spare me the lecture, Cole. What does it matter, anyways? We all cope differentlyand either way I am the strongest.
Her words annoyed him, but he didnt argue. He knew she was right in a waythey were all on edge, waiting for the unknown. Still, seeing her like this unnerved him.
Just... stay out of trouble, he muttered.
Yui laughed, patting him on the shoulder. Dont worry about me, hero. Ill be fine.
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The word lingered in the airhero. The way she said it wasnt mocking or sarcastic, but there was an edge to it he couldnt quite place.
Before he could respond, the sound of drums echoed through the square, drawing everyones attention. The crowd began to part, making way for the council members as they ascended the platform at the center of the square.
Coles gaze shifted to the council head as he took his place at the podium. The mans commanding presence immediately silenced the crowd, the weight of his authority settling over the square like a heavy blanket.
My fellow citizens, the council head began, his voice steady and resonant, tonight, we stand on the precipice of tradition and survival. These young men and women before us are the future of our kingdom. They will face the Abyss not just as individuals but as a testament to our strength and resilience.
The crowd erupted into applause, but Cole barely heard it. His heart pounded as the council heads words washed over him, each one a reminder of what was about to come.
The citizens began to chant, a low murmur that grew louder with each passing second. Ten... nine... eight...
As the countdown begins, the council head continued, remember this: the Abyss is not merely a trial of strength. It is a trial of spirit, of resolve, of humanity. We send you with our hopes, our prayers, and our belief that you will rise above the darkness.
Seven... six...
Coles chest tightened as the reality of the moment sank in. He cast one last glance at the people around himfaces filled with a mixture of pride, fear, and hope.
He glanced at Yui. She caught his eye and smirked, raising her bottle slightly in a silent toast. Despite her earlier state, she looked slightly more composed now.
Five... four...
The golden banners of the kingdom blurred in his vision as the weight of the moment pressed down on him. He took a glance at The Absolute standing on the podium, staring at him. There was a subtle exchange of recognition between them as the man nodded in Coles direction.
I''ll show you how far I''ve come since that day, Cole vowed silently.
Three
Two
One...
The world shifted.
Coles breath caught in his throat as the ground beneath him vanished, replaced by a sensation of weightlessness. The sights and sounds of the festival disappeared in an instant, swallowed by an all-encompassing void.
He was falling.
Darkness surrounded him, endless and suffocating. His heart raced as he tumbled through the Abyss, the sensation of freefalling disorienting and relentless.
Then, through the blackness, he saw themthree figures, their forms illuminated by an otherworldly glow as they fell alongside him.
The first was a boy with black hair, brown eyes and a lean build. His wide eyes flickered with surprise due to him falling, but there was a spark of determination in his expression.
The second was a slightly taller figure with neat brown hair and fair skin, his face set in an expression of calm focus, though his knuckles were white from clutching his gear.
The third was a girl with striking dark blonde hair, her gaze tired and focused, as if she was not too bothered by the falling sensation.
Coles mind raced as he took in their faces, each one unfamiliar.
Before he could speak, a distorted voice echoed in the void, deep and resonant, filling the space around them.
{Welcome, contenders, to the Abyss.}
The words sent a chill down Coles spine. He exchanged glances with the others as the fall continued, endless and unyielding, the realization sinking in:
The trial of the Abyss has now begun.
Chapter 6- A world of black
Cole scanned his surroundings. The Abyss was an endless expanse of black, devoid of color or definition. The only discernible forms were the three other figures plummeting alongside him, their silhouettes stark against the abyss. They had reached terminal velocity, the rush of air a relentless roar in his ears.
A soft voice broke through the oppressive silence, cutting through the noise like a fragile thread. Im Bea, it said.
The three others turned their heads toward the source, their movements almost synchronized, like curious birds drawn to a sound. The girls tone was calm, almost unnervingly so, as though introducing oneself while free-falling into the unknown was the most natural thing in the world. What are your names? she asked, her words carrying an unexpected warmth. Her gaze stayed on Cole slightly longer than the others.
The boy with jet-black hair was the first to respond, his voice steady and clipped. Im Jake.
The boy with brown hair followed, his tone more casual. Hunter.
All eyes shifted to Cole. The weight of their gazes pressed on him, but he met them without faltering. Cole, he said simply.
The girl parted her lips to speak again, but before a single word escaped, the distorted voice from earlier echoed through the void, its tone warped and inhuman.
{Speak the word Interfacelet it be a reminder of your current strength.}
The group exchanged uncertain glances, the weight of the command hanging heavily in the air.
Cole was the first to react, his resolve cutting through the hesitation. Interface, he said, his voice firm and unwavering.
The word hung in the abyss for a moment before the air around him shifted, almost vibrating with energy. A translucent screen materialized in front of him, glowing faintly with lines of text. The others watched as the screen reflected in Coles eyes, curiosity and apprehension etched on their faces.
Hunter raised a brow but said nothing. Jake glanced at Bea, who seemed unfazed, her black eyes fixed on the glowing display.
Interface, Bea finally echoed, her tone calm and deliberate.
Jake and Hunter followed in unison, their voices overlapping slightly as they spoke the word. As each of them did, similar screens manifested before them, the faint glow casting light on their features.
Name: Cole Moon
Rank: Ashen
"A flame that refuses to die, even when drowned in shadows.
Soul Metrics:
Lifestream (Vitality): 1200 (Emberborn) "The pulse that defies death."
Resonance (Focus): 1050 (Emberborn) "The voice of will heard beyond silence."
Veilstep (Agility): 1250 (Emberborn) "A ripple across still waters."
Gravitas (Strength): 950 (Ashen) "The weight of existence carried in clenched fists."
Bastion (Resilience): 850 (Ashen) "A fortress built from fractured truths."
Essentia: 750 (Ashen- Architects Breath):
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The ability known to create and destroy, allowing for constructs to be brought to reality.
True self: (_____ __ _____)
Fragment of Self: Through shadows he strides, in the clash of the waves, his truth resides.
Forced Reality: "The Door is Closed. The Key Weeps." (Status: Inaccessible)
Voidcraft: 900 (Ashen- Partial phasing):
Your affinity with the void. You step where others cannot, slipping between the seams of reality.
Progression through personal pocket dimension: 0%
Abilities:
Dancing Rhapsody:
("The ground sings with each step, echoing defiance in fleeting beats. Your enemies hear music; they do not hear death approaching."
Effect: Your footwork transcends mere movement. Evade attacks with artistry that mocks the rigidity of fate.)
Titles:
{Anomaly} - The echo that slipped through fates cracks.
{?????????} - "You ran until the path vanishedbravo, coward."
Coles eyes darted over his interface. His gaze lingered on the rank displayed at the top, and his expression threatened to sour. Ashenthe lowest rank. However, since pathways matured at 18, true strength only began to manifest then. It was merely a matter of time.
He forced himself to focus on the brighter aspects.
His stats werent far off from Emberborn level. With a little more progress, hed ascend in rank. The interface even acknowledged his evasive skills and noted it as a named ability.
Still, the path ahead loomed long and treacherous. To reach the praised level of Vahnken, he would need to climb through Emberborn, Duskforged, Veilend, Echelon, Zenith and Vahnken itself. Each rank felt like a mountain standing between him and the strength he sought.
Coles gaze fell to the interface, and his eyes lingered on the title that appeared: Anomaly. His brow furrowed. What the hell did that even mean? He hadnt heard of anyone getting a title like that, and he hadn''t even done anything to earn a title. The word itself sent an unsettling chill down his spine. Was it a mistake? Or worse, some kind of warning?
With a quiet sigh, he dismissed the interface, watching the glowing screen fade into nothingness. He glanced around, noticing the others were still absorbed in their own displays. As he waited, a sense of unease crept in, his thoughts drifting to the uncertainty of what lay ahead.
It didnt take long for Bea to break the silence. Her voice carried itself in a calm manner. We dont know if well be working together or against each other, she said, her black eyes embodying the emptiness of the abyss. But it would be wise to learn a little about one another before the trial begins.
Her words hung in the air, drawing their attention.
Whatevers waiting for us, were going to need every advantage we can get. Understanding each others strengths could fare us well.
Jake nodded slowly, breaking the silence. Fair enough. Im not sure what kind of trial were about to face, but if its anything like they say, were going to need all the help we can get.
Assuming we dont end up having to kill each other. Hunter said, though his tone was more thoughtful than mocking.
Bea didnt react to his comment, her expression steady, harbouring a slight smile. Thats exactly why we need to talk now. If trust is too much to ask, then at least mutual understanding isnt.
Cole glanced between them, weighing the conversation. She had a point. Whether theyd be allies or enemies, knowing something about these strangers might help him navigate the chaos ahead. He gave a small nod.
I agree, Cole said, his voice even. If this trials meant to test us, Id rather not go in completely blind. Knowing what were working with could make all the difference.
Beas lips curved into a faint smile, barely noticeable. Then lets begin. My pathway is Transference.
Essentia, Jake chimed in next, his voice level.
Valour, Hunter said curtly.
All eyes turned to Cole, waiting for his answer. He hesitated for only a moment before speaking. Essentia and Voidcraft, he said, his voice measured. He didnt elaborate further, letting the weight of the words speak for themselves.
Most of the population had one pathway, yet some would be born with two, and the very rareto nonewould have three, such as The Absolute.
Jakes eyebrows lifted slightly, a flicker of admiration crossing his face. Two pathwaysthats impressive, he remarked, his voice sincere but light, as if he didnt want to make too much of it.
Cole inclined his head, his response measured. Thank you, he replied simply, unwilling to let pride seep into his wordseven though he really wanted to.
Beas black eyes gleamed with interest, though her expression remained calm. Its rare to have two pathways, she said. Not everyone is born with the strength to handle it.
Cole shifted uncomfortably whilst falling, sensing the unspoken comparison hanging in the air. "I manage," he said.
With that the conversation began to loosen as time stretched on, their initial formalities fading as if they all had found the space to become slightly more comfortable.
Chapter 7- Time changes people
Time has a way of reshaping people, whether they welcome it or not. As it marches forward, it pushes us to evolve, shaped by the world around us in ways we could never have predicted. But what happens when the world is stripped awaywhen the environment is nothing but endless black? What force remains to spark that change? With that question lingering, one cant help but wonder... In this abyss, will these four reveal their true selves, untouched by the influences of the world they once knew?
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Cole sighed, closing his diary and tucking it away.
He hadnt thought the group dynamic would fall apart so quickly. However, it made sense. It was hard to blame themhe was beginning to lose his patience also. They had been trapped in the Abyss for what felt like days. The oppressive darkness remained unchanging, with no indication of whenor ifthe trial would begin. It was odd, the trial should have begun by now. The distorted voice from before had vanished after the mention of the interface, leaving only silence in its wake.
At least the Abyss didnt seem to demand much from their bodies. Hunger, thirst, and fatigue were absent, as though the rules of reality had been suspended. Yet that small mercy did little to ease the tension that had settled among them.
Jake and Hunters squabble ended faster than usual this time, leaving a strange quiet in its wake. Cole suspected they argued more to break the monotony than out of genuine conflict. The silence felt heavier than before, pressing down on them like the weight of the Abyss itself.
What if Cole began, his voice cutting through the stillness. He hesitated, waiting for their attention to shift from the oppressive emptiness back to him. Slowly, their gazes lifted, curiosity flickering in their tired eyes. What if this is the trial of the Abyss? His words hung in the air, more a thought voiced aloud than a declaration. Just endless waiting. Until a certain amount of time has passed.
Hunter scoffed, stretching his back slightly in his endless motion of falling, A trial like this? Doesnt sound like much of a challenge, does it?
Cole shrugged. Maybe not, but that doesnt mean its impossible.
Beas soft voice cut in, a calm counterpoint to Hunters skepticism. It would fit, wouldnt it? In a place where theres nothing, the real challenge might be finding something to hold onto.
Hunter opened his mouth to retort but stopped himself, his lips pressing into a slight pout as he crossed his arms. Sure, he said, though the doubt in his tone was unmistakable.
Coles eyes flicked to Jake, who fell quietly. Jake didnt look like he was faring wellhis expression distant. It was subtle, but it was enough to set off alarm bells in Coles mind. If Jake cracked, the others might follow. The tenuous thread keeping them tethered to sanity was already snapping.
Cole bit his tongue, bracing himself. He couldnt let the group spiralnot now, not ever. But even the thought of trying to lift their spirits felt like a boulder pressing down on his own.
Jake, Cole called, his voice steady, cutting through the void. What do you do when youre bored? Something you enjoy.
Jakes gaze shifted toward Cole, his usual sharpness dimmed but still present in his eyes. He thought for a moment before answering, his voice quieter than usual. I like to look at the canvas in the sky and think.
The canvas in the sky? Cole repeated, raising a brow.
Yeah, Jake said, his lips curving ever so slightly. The talented peopletheyre like vibrant colors, filling up the canvas. The way they shine... Its like they paint the sky with their existence.
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Cole blinked. Has this guy already lost it? he thought. But he caught himself, realizing that everyone here was grasping for something, anything to keep from unraveling. Jakes metaphor was strange, but it was his way of holding on.
Well, Cole began, softening his tone, that canvas youre talking about I know theres no sky here, but why not try imagining it?
Jakes lips twitched slightly, his eyes wandering upward as though searching for the invisible sky above them. Despite their endless descent into darkness, he tilted his head back, staring into the black. His gaze moved slowly, lazily, as if he truly saw something up there.
He didnt reply immediately. His mouth opened slightly, closed again, and then finally opened once more. Thanks, Jake whispered.
The single word was so soft it might have been swallowed by the blackyet in the oppressive silence of the Abyss, it echoed clearly. Everyone heard it. Vulnerable, fragile, but sincere.
And for a moment, no one spoke. There was a shared understanding in that silence. Each of them realized they would need to find their own anchor, their own way to withstand the suffocating nothingness that surrounded them.
Because here, in this place where the world seemed to forget their existence, even a fleeting thought of a painted sky could be enough to keep them tethered.
As much as he hated it, Coles thoughts drifted to The Absolute. The mans words echoed in his mind: The trial is not easy. Cole now understood the weight of those words. Whether it was the oppressive vastness of the Abyss or the looming difficulty of the trial itself, the truth had become clear: he was insignificant. Just a speck in a boundless space. His voice, fears, and strength felt too small to matter.
But he wasnt alone. And for that, he was grateful. To have othershowever mismatchedmeant that he wasnt bearing the weight of insignificance alone. That small comfort steadied him, even as doubt threatened to consume him.
The silence that had settled among the four was shattered as a thunderous, distorted voice reverberated through the Abyss, its tone almost inhuman.
{Your trial will now begin.}
The words hung in the air, heavy and undeniable. Coles body tensed, his mind scrambling to process what was happening. Before he could react, everything changed.
In an instant, the infinite blackness of the Abyss was gone. The place he had been transported to was still dark, but this was different.
Coles consciousness stirred slowly, his body heavy as if weighed down by invisible chains. His first sensation was the coldsharp and biting, pressing against his skin like icy needles.
His heart raced as he reached out, his fingers brushing against smooth stone walls. He was trapped in a small room, devoid of light or sound, except for the faint echo of his own shallow breathing.
Before panic could take hold, a voice broke the silencea voice that was calm yet commanding, laced with an undertone of weariness.
Today, you march toward death, it said, resonating in the chamber like a whisper carried by a storm. Cole froze, his hand still against the cold wall.
The words reverberated, heavy with meaning.
But in the face of death, the voice continued, freedom may yet be found. The weight of the world is not carried by one man, but by the collective resolve of many. Will you falter beneath that weight, or will you rise, as others before you have done?
A sudden rumble shook the room. Dust rained from the ceiling, and the walls groaned as if protesting against the force.
Step forward, The voice commanded. Our trial begins now.
Coles body moved instinctively, his feet carrying him toward what he guessed was the center of the room. A faint creaking sound reached his ears, and with a low groan, a pair of enormous iron doors slowly swung open.
Blinding light flooded the chamber, forcing Cole to shield his eyes. The biting cold was replaced by a wave of heat, the air heavy with smoke. As his vision adjusted, his heart sank.
Before him stretched a scene of utter chaos. Buildings burned furiously, their skeletal frames collapsing under the weight of the flames. The ground was littered with debris, and shards of glass glinted like stars amidst the wreckage. Screams of terror and cries of pain filled the air, blending with the cacophony of clashing steel and the thunderous roar of explosions.
This wasnt just destruction. It was a war.
Chapter 8- The battlefield beyond time
Cole stepped out cautiously, his boots crunching against the scorched ground. The heat of the flames licked at his skin, and the suffocating smoke clawed at his lungs. His scythe was strapped securely to his back, a reassuring weight in an unfamiliar hellscape.
What the hell is this? he muttered, his voice barely audible over the chaos.
A glint of metal caught his eye, and he instinctively ducked as a projectile whizzed past his head. Adrenaline ran through him as he straightened, his eyes scanning the battlefield.
Farther ahead, two factions clashed with ferocity. One side bore crimson banners, their armour dark and menacing, while the other fought under the banner of dark gold and white. It didnt take long for Cole to piece it together: he was caught in the middle of a war he didnt understand.
Flank the enemy lines!
The shout came from a figure in golden and white armour, who stood atop a crumbled barricade, rallying their troops. Cole squinted, trying to make out the persons face, but the distance and smoke obscured them.
He needed answers, but more than that, he needed to stay alive.
The golden-armoured figure pointed toward the left flank of the battlefield, where a group of crimson-armoured soldiers was advancing with a terrifying formation.
Cole took a glance at the chaosthe flames, the explosions, the swords clashing, and the screaming soldiers. He blinked, trying to process it all.
Then, with a flat tone, he muttered, Yeah. Im good.
Without wasting another second, he turned and bolted in the opposite direction, his scythe bouncing awkwardly on his back. He weaved through burning debris and dodged a flying shield, nearly tripping over a mangled piece of armour.
He kept his eyes focused on his surroundings, he couldnt afford to be stabbed from behind. However, no matter where Cole seemed to run there was violence and blood being spilled everywherethere was no way out.
Okay, Cole. Make a way out.
He gripped his scythe tightly, his knuckles whitening as he sprinted toward the fray. The battlefield stretched endlessly before hima broken expanse of carnage. Craters dotted the land like scars, bodies of soldiers lay twisted amidst the debris, and the wails of the wounded pierced the thick, dense air.
The crimson-armoured soldiers ahead advanced with brutal precision, their blades cutting through the golden forces like a storm. Coles breath was ragged as he joined the left flank, his presence unnoticed amidst the chaos. He took a steadying breath and charged forward, his scythe whistling through the air as he swung it with all his strength.
The first enemy fell, a gurgled cry escaping their lips as Coles scythe cut deep. He recoiled at the sight of blood spattering his hands, but the momentary hesitation almost cost him. Another soldier lunged at him with a spear. He barely sidestepped in time, the weapon grazing his arm.
Focus! he growled at himself, ignoring the sting.
He pivoted, his scythe carving an arc through the air. The edge found its mark, cutting through the spear wielder''s defenses. More black-crimson soldiers noticed him now, their gazes predatory. Coles heart pounded, but he knew retreat wasnt an option. He tightened his grip and readied himself.
Two attackers swung at Cole at the same time. His instincts, sharper than ever, guided his movements as he deftly danced between their strikes. As one sword aimed for his chest, Cole barely dodged, the blade threatening to cut open his chest and spun low, sweeping the enemys legs and throwing him off balance. The soldier crashed to the ground, and Cole quickly summoned a boulder using his essentia, letting it drop onto the enemy''s head with deadly precision, crushing it.
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His focus then shifted to the second attacker. Without missing a beat, he charged forward, matching the enemy''s advance. With careful control, he twisted his hand, guiding the snaith of his scythe to parry the enemys sword. In one fluid motion, continuing past the body of the attacker, Cole rotated the weapon and, with a swift, clean cut, severing the soldiers neck.
Time continued to pass of Cole constantly fighting and his muscles and essentia reservoirs were beginning to fatiguehe had to escape now through the path he had carved.
However, in the battlefield full of chaos, every step, every movement had to be a calculation of survival. Cole''s body screamed in protest, fatigue slowly eating at his focus. The rhythm of battle had become mechanical, his movements instinctual, but even instinct had its limits. His scythe was slick with blood, and his breath came in ragged gasps, but he couldnt afford to stop. Not now. Not when he''s this close to an escape.
He scanned the horizon of death for the path he''d carved, a fleeting opening in the chaos, a brief sliver of possibility. Soldiers, both crimson and golden, clashed around him, but he could see the gap forminga place he could break through, where the violence hadnt spilled over as bad.
His legs felt like lead as he sprinted forward, dodging the wreckage of a fallen warrior and ducking under an incoming sword.
Get to the gap. Get out.
Coles thoughts were fragmented, his mind teetering between the need to survive and the subtle guilt that ate and licked at the edges of his conscience. Every life he took felt like it was adding to a pile he couldn''t escape, a shadow that followed him no matter how far he ran. Sorry, sorry, sorry. He muttered the word like a mantra, but it wasnt enough to rid the shaking plaguing his hands.
The ground trembled underfoot as a massive explosion erupted behind him, and Cole stumbled, his momentum throwing him off balance. His body twisted as he tried to recover, his scythe skimming the ground and catching on a jagged rock. His heart slammed against his ribcage, and the blood roared in his ears.
No time for this. Get moving.
With a grunt, he forced his body upright and pushed forward, his footsteps heavy on the charred ground as he picked up his scythe. His eyes fixed on the gap ahead, a part of him refusing to accept anything less than escape. The world felt like it was closing in, the fire, the screams, the relentless clashing of steel. But the gap was growing closer.
Almost there...
As he neared the edge of the battlefield, a sharp, piercing scream cut through the air. A soldier in crimson armour, caught between the crossfire, was thrown violently toward him. Without thinking, Cole swept his scythe down, using its massive blade to catch the soldier by the throat, redirecting the momentum into a swift death blow. The soldiers body fell limp in a heap, blood staining the ground beneath them.
However, the path was clear now, the gap he needed within his reach. His mind screamed at him to push through, to leave this place behind.
Just get out of here, Cole!
A gust of wind swept across the battlefield, carrying with it the sickening scent of smoke and blood. Cole turned sharply, his eyes narrowing as he spotted the golden-armored figure from earlier, cutting his way through the battlefield with disciplined precision. The figures eyes locked onto Cole, a silent tension infiltrating the eye contact.
Cole knew he had no time to waste. His muscles burned, and his energy was draining fast, but the last of the path was just ahead. He pushed himself harder, his legs screaming with effort, and with one final burst of speed, he dove through the opening in the line.
As he tumbled into the relative safety beyond the battlefield, Cole collapsed onto his knees, the world spinning around him. His breath came in ragged, frantic gasps, his chest heaving as the weight of the fight came crashing down. His body ached, and his mind screamed for rest, but there was no time to stopnot now.
He struggled to get to his feet, the ground still shaking from the ongoing battle behind him.
Focus. Theres no time to rest. He told himself. Not yet.
With a last glance at the chaos, he forced himself to stand tall, his grip on his scythe slightly loosened. His vision swam with exhaustion, but the path aheadhowever uncertainwas safer than that mess. Cole took a slow, deliberate step, then another, pushing his body as the war raged behind him, leaving him with only the cold echo of his thoughts.
This is just the beginning.
Chapter 9 – Whats bigger than survival?
Smoke and burnt flesh filled his nostrils as he trudged away from the battlefield. Each step was heavier than the last, his muscles tired from the fighting.
His eyes blurred from exhaustion as he stumbled through the remnants of the landscape, the aftermath of destruction surrounding him.
He had escaped, but barely. His hand gripped the handle of his scythe tighter, as if holding onto something stable in a world that had turned to chaos. His breath came in rough gasps, the heat of the battlefield still clinging to him like a suffocating blanket.
A sharp, high-pitched scream cut through the air, pulling him from his spiraling thoughts. Instinctively, Coles hand tightened on the scythe. He froze, scanning the horizon, his eyes narrowing.
Far in the distance, past the charred remnants of a fallen fortification, a group of figures moved. His heart raced, a mixture of instinct and wariness. They were moving fast, but their presence felt differentmore deliberate, more calculated. These werent just wandering survivors or remnants of the army. No, these figures had purpose.
As they neared, Coles gaze sharpened, and his hand slowly reached for his scythe. They were dressed in black and gold armour, slightly different from the black and crimson soldiers he had fought. The men and women were focused, their expressions set in determination as they moved through the devastation.
One of them, a tall woman with dark, braided hair, was leading the group. Her armour was ornate, decorated with intricate designs that gleamed in the dim light. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, swept over the battlefield with a practiced gaze. She was no stranger to war.
As the group drew closer, Cole made his decision. There was no room for hesitation. His fingers tightened around the scythe, and he bent his knees slightly, ready to spring into action if needed.
But then, the woman looked directly at him.
Cole froze, his muscles locking up as their eyes met. The womans gaze was sharp, not with the intensity of an enemy, but with the weight of someone who had seen much and judged everything in an instant. He instantly knew he would not be able to defeat this woman in a fight by himself.
"Youre not one of them," she said, her voice calm but not without a hint of curiosity.
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Cole didnt speak immediately. His throat felt tight, constricted by the weight of her gaze. She had read him without saying a word, and at that moment, Cole wasnt sure if that was a blessing or a curse.
She tilted her head, studying him for a moment longer before speaking again. You fought. But you didnt belong there. You should have left when you had the chance.
I didnt have a choice, Cole replied hoarsely, his voice barely audible over the wind that swept through the ruins. I was just trying to survive.
The womans lips curled into a thin, almost knowing smile. Survival, she repeated softly. Isnt that what we all want?
She stepped closer, her boots tapping on the ground with every deliberate step. Cole remained still, his eyes flicking between her and the rest of her group, who were just behind the approaching woman. They didnt threaten to attack him, but their presence was suffocating.
Im Rhea, the woman said, her tone suddenly softer, as though she had decided to offer him a peace of sorts. We fight for something bigger than ourselves. Something that matters.
Cole didnt trust her. Trust was a rare commodity in a world like this, and he had learned not to believe the promises of strangers. But there was something about Rhea that made him pause. It wasnt just the way she spoke or the calm confidence in her movements. It was the look in her eyesan understanding that went beyond words.
Whats bigger than survival? he asked, the question slipping out before he could stop himself.
Rheas gaze hardened slightly, but her voice remained steady. A better world, she said simply. One where we dont have to live in the shadow of what came before.
Cole swallowed hard, the words sinking into him deeper than he cared to admit. A better world. It sounded so simple, yet so unattainable. What if I could make that world real? The thought flashed across his mind. It was a fleeting hope, one that terrified him as much as it intrigued him.
He didnt have an answer, but Rhea didnt expect one. She had already turned, signaling to her people. Come with us, she said, more a command than an invitation. We need every hand we can get.
Cole hesitated. He wanted to say no, to keep walking, to distance himself from the war, from the destruction, from anything that might pull him deeper into this madness. But something stopped him. He couldnt put his finger on it, but he knew that this momentthis choicewas pivotal. If he was going to join a side, why not be on the winning one for now? Besidesif he declined his trial might end here.
With a sigh, Cole took a step forward. Ill come, he said, his voice steady but with a trace of uncertainty.
Rheas eyes sharpened, Then lets move.
As Cole followed Rhea and her group through the wreckage and smoke, which subtly veiled the land as if it was mist, he couldnt shake the feeling that he had stepped into something much larger than himself. A new war, one with its own rules, its own players, and its own consequences.
And this time, he wasnt sure whether he was meant to be the hero or the villain.
Chapter 10- The Convergence war
The tents blew violently in the relentless wind. The sound blended with the frantic shouts of medics darting from one wounded soldier to another.
The air carried the scent of blood and smoke, and the heavy atmosphere weighed on Cole like an invisible burden.
Wait here, Rhea said, turning back to him briefly. Her tone was firm, almost mechanical. Our leader will want to see you. Without waiting for his reply, she strode off with her group, their black and golden armour glinting faintly in the dim light.
Cole stayed put, deciding it was better to listen and not make things worse for himself. He glanced around, taking in the scene of organized chaos. Soldiers were being dragged into tents on makeshift stretchers, their cries of pain piercing the air. Others were sharpening weapons or barking out orders, their faces hardened by desperation and exhaustion.
For a moment, Cole allowed himself to imagine a different scenario, one where he was anywhere but here. He sighed, gripping the handle of his scythe tightly as he shifted his weight uncomfortably. He had promised himself to grow strongerso what right did he have to possess these idle thoughts?
The minutes dragged on, each one amplifying the dissonance of the camp around him, until a sudden touch on his shoulder jolted him from his thoughts.
Cole?
His heart leapt as he spun around, his scythe half-drawn before his brain caught up. Standing there, eyebrow raised, was Jake. Relief washed over Cole.
Jake? he asked, his voice rising with surprise. What are you doing here?
Jake shrugged, his expression a mix of confusion and disbelief. I was transported here from the Abyss. Been wandering around trying to figure out whats going on. He gestured toward the horizon, where the faint glow of fire painted the sky a hellish red. Whats with all the chaos? Are we in a war? His voice wavered, as though the question itself was too absurd to fully grasp.
Cole shook his head, running a hand through his hair as he tried to find the words. Yeah, apparently. I dont know much more than you do.
Before Jake could reply, the sound of boots crunching on dirt drew their attention. It was Rhea, returning alone, her sharp gaze locking on Cole and Jake.
The leader will see you now, she said, her tone as direct as ever. Her eyes flicked briefly to Jake, appraising him before turning back to Cole. Both of you.
Jake shot Cole a look, one that silently conveyed everything he was feeling: whatever they were about to face, it wasnt going to be simple.
They followed Rhea, leaving behind the chaotic mess of the main camp as they moved toward a more secluded area. Ahead of them stood a single, imposing black tent.
Is everything this faction does drenched in black? Cole thought, unable to stop himself. He supposed it made sense for camouflage, but the uniformity was unnerving.
At the entrance, Rhea stopped and turned to them. Go in.
Cole hesitated for just a moment, his instincts warning him. If Rhea, who radiated strength, was taking orders from someone else, how much stronger was their leader? He stepped forward, Jake trailing close behind.
Inside, the tent was dimly lit, illuminated only by the flicker of a single candle. A chair sat at the far end, turned away from them, the backrest facing them like some foreboding barrier. A plain table stood before it, its surface bare.
As they approached, the chair began to turnagonizingly slowly. So slowly, in fact, that Coles nerves frayed with every passing second. He glanced at Jake, whose expression mirrored his own mixture of confusion and unease.
Finally, the chair completed its dramatic spin, revealing a figure cloaked in a hoodie, their face obscured. The figure clasped their hands, resting them under their chin, elbows propped on the table. When they spoke, the voice was young, but strained, as though attempting to sound deeper than it naturally was.
Welcome.
The room fell into an awkward silence. Jake and Cole exchanged a side-eye, neither sure how to respond.
After a moment of hesitation, the figure sighed, releasing their hands and pulling back the hood.
Okay, sorry about that, they said, their tone abruptly lighter. I thought itd be cool, you know? Mysterious leader and all that.
To their surprise, the figure wasnt an old general or a grizzled veteran. He was a young man, barely in his twenties, with lazily slicked-back orange hair. A few strands fell rebelliously across his forehead, and his sharp yellow eyes gleamed with a mix of interest and amusement.
The leader gave a slight grin. Too much?
"Anyways, I havent seen you two before. Where did you come from?" The man leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped behind it casually, one palm holding the other.
Cole tried to relax. The man seemed friendly enough, but it wasnt enough to erase the unease knotted in his chest.
"Were comrades who got lost," Jake said quickly, glancing at Cole.
Cole followed his lead. "We tried to escape the war and ended up here."
The words hung in the air. Even to Cole, their explanation sounded suspicious.
The mans gaze lingered on them for several moments that stretched unbearably, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. Finally, he said, "I see."
He raised his hand as if to gesture toward them. Instinctively, both Cole and Jake tensed, bracing for a fight. The mans hand stopped just short of fully extending, his fingers curling slightly as if holding an invisible thread.
Then his demeanor shifted. The relaxed air around him evaporated, replaced by an unsettling seriousness. A faint frown tugged at the corners of his lips, and he snapped his fingers.
Before Cole could process what was happening, the tents entrance burst open. Rhea stormed in like a shadow cast by a raging storm, her black blade slicing the air with lethal intent. The sword was aimed straight at Jakes head.
"Move!" Cole shouted, but Jake had already reacted, throwing himself to the side. The blade cleaved the space where hed been standing, embedding itself into the ground with a sickening thud that rattled the table.
Cole leaped back instinctively, his heart pounding in his chest as he grabbed his scythe from his back. Rhea stood poised in the center of the tent, her movements controlled yet predatory. Her presence filled the room like a storm cloud, suffocating and inescapable. Cole was towards the left and Jake was to his right, the two of them now cornered with Rhea in between. The man at the table sat motionless at the front of the tent, his fingers tapping in that maddening rhythm, as if orchestrating the chaos around him.
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What the hell is going on? Coles thoughts raced as his breathing quickened.
Rhea didnt give them time to think. She launched herself at Cole, her sword a blur of black steel as it slashed toward him. He twisted his body just in time, the blade missing his chest by inches but grazing his arm. A sharp sting bloomed as blood seeped through the cut.
She was relentless, each strike faster and more precise than the last. Cole dodged as best he could, but every movement felt slower than it needed to be. Small cuts began to accumulate across his arms and torso, each one a reminder that she wasnt holding back.
Jake seized an opening and lunged from behind, his rifle spear aimed for the base of her skull. Rhea moved as though she had anticipated it, tilting her head to the side in a fluid motion. The blade whistled past her ear, harmlessly slicing into the air. Without even looking, she spun, the flat of her blade striking Jake in the ribs and sending him crashing into a nearby chair.
Dammit, Jake muttered, clutching his side.
Rheas eyes flicked back to Cole, and for a moment, it felt like time slowed. She darted toward him again, her strikes so fast they blurred together. Cole barely managed to dodge. He tried using his footwork to angle himself at a better striking position, but Rhea could read his movements.
Jake rose behind her, blood trickling down his temple. He thrusted his spear toward her again. This time, Cole moved in tandem, flanking her from the opposite side.
Rhea responded calmly. She ducked beneath Jakes spear, using the momentum to slide toward Cole. Her blade lashed out in a precise, wide arc. Cole ducked under it, sweat streaming down his face. He swung wildly with his scythe, only for her to catch it on her sword and twist, nearly wrenching it from his grip.
Focus! Jake yelled, his voice cutting through the chaos.
Cole gritted his teeth, forcing his mind to steady. He took a step back, adjusting his stance. They needed to work together, not as two separate combatants.
Jake feinted low, and for the first time, Cole saw Rhea hesitate for a fraction of a second. It was enough. Cole pivoted to her side, creating an angle, and attacked straight at her abdomen, causing her to back up for the first time
Now standing side by side, Cole and Jake faced Rhea, who remained eerily calm despite their combined efforts.
"This isnt good," Cole muttered under his breath. They couldnt beat her, not like this. And the man seated at the tablestill tapping his fingers in that infuriating rhythmlike a metronome to this orchestrated fightwas likely even stronger.
Jake glanced at Cole, his eyes full of worry despite trying to hide it.
Rhea moved again, faster this time, her sword cutting through the air with deadly precision. Jake was her target, her blade arcing toward his chest in that split second of distraction.
Without thinking, Cole kicked Jake aside, pushing him away from the strike as he also used his body to propel himself backwards.
He found himself standing near the man now, their eyes locking for a brief moment. The mans hand continued to tap on the table, his expression unreadable.
Should I? Cole considered grabbing the man, using him as a hostage. If Rhea was protecting him, then he had to be important. He could not feel the same strength radiating from Rhea coming from this man. However, Cole knew that couldnt be the full story. As if sensing his thoughts, the mans lips twitched into a faint smirk.
Gritting his teeth, Cole pushed the idea aside. He couldnt afford to gamble. Instead, he turned his focus back to Rhea, who was now driving Jake further into a corner, as he evaded trying to counterattack with the blade of his rifle-spear whilst maintaining his distance.
Summoning his essentia, Cole manifested a medium-sized spear in his hand. He wasnt skilled enough to make it any larger, but it would have to do. He aimed it at Rhea, ready to hurl it to give Jake some breathing room.
"Stop," the man said suddenly.
The tapping stopped.
Rhea halted mid-strike and turned to face the man, giving him a slight nod, as if Jake were no longer a concerneven with her back exposed.
Just like that, the fight was over.
The silence returned, heavier than before. Coles chest heaved as he tried to steady his breathing. This was his chancehe had to convince this bastard to let them live.
"I thought you looked similar to him," the man said, his gaze fixed on Cole. "And now youre using that power? Just who are you?"
The weight of his stare made Cole uneasy. The mans tone wasnt just curiousit was almost angry.
Coles mind raced. He doesnt know what essentia is?, he realized.
If this war truly was one from the distant past, as he suspected, there could only be a few instances where the knowledge of the different pathways hadnt yet woven itself into the fabric of society. The realization gnawed at himhe had to act quickly. He needed to ask the right question or say the right thing to learn more. But he knew there would be no second chances.
This man wouldnt wait patiently. If anything, Cole suspected his silence was merely a coiled spring, ready to snap. He could feel the weight of time pressing down, every second an unrelenting reminder that his window to act was closing fast.
Think, think, think The word hammered through his mind, relentless and desperate.
And then, like a spark in the darkness, Rheas words surfaced in his memory: The shadow of what came before
Before the man could speak again, Cole seized the opportunity, forcing himself to steady his voice despite the uncertainty threatening to choke him.
"The power youre trying to revive," he said carefully, testing each word as though walking a razor-thin edge. "We can help you."
The mans expression didnt shiftit remained as still and impenetrable as a stone wall. Yet something about the room felt heavier, the silence more oppressive.
The pause stretched longer than Cole was comfortable with, the tension growing until it felt like the air itself might snap. Each heartbeat thundered in his ears, his palms damp with sweat.
Finally, the man spoke, his voice a quiet but firm command that sliced through the stillness. "Before that answer my question."
Cole exhaled slowly, the pressure in his chest easing just slightly, though his body remained tense.
"I dont know who youre talking about," he said, his voice steady but cautious. "But I can tell you about this power."
Give and take. Cole thought to himself, he did not think simple honesty alone would satisfy the man.
The man tilted his head slightly, his fingers resuming their slow, deliberate tapping against the table. The faint rhythm was maddening, like a clock counting down to something Cole couldnt see.
"Go on," the man said, leaning forward just enough to make Cole feel the full weight of his gaze.
This power has the ability to create stuff from within my body using the nodes which leak the energy catered to it. It can bring this energy into reality as a constructknown as essentia.
The man absorbed the explanation, his tapping slowing slightly.
"Alright," he said after a moment. His voice carried a finality that sent a chill through Cole. "Heres what will happen. Tonight, youll infiltrate the enemy camp and gather information for us.
"If you fail to return, youre a traitor, and well kill you. If you return empty-handed, youre a traitor, and well kill you."
The man leaned back in his chair, his tone slightly regaining its prior ease. "You are dismissed."
Coles body filled with relief, the tension draining away in an instant. Hed never been so glad to hear those words.
"Rhea, watch them." the man added, "people rarely change, even when given a second chance."
Cole and Jake left the tent, Rhea trailing close behind them like a shadow. The tension clung to the air, heavy and suffocating, refusing to fade even as they stepped outside. Coles heart pounded in his chest, his thoughts racing to piece together the chaos of the last few minutes.
It had been intensefar more than he was prepared forbut, in a strange way, he found himself thankful for it. The uncertainty that had loomed over them since their arrival had finally crystallized into something tangible. The mystery was gone, replaced by a harsh reality.
Now, at least, they knew what theyd been dragged into
A simulation of The Convergence War.
Chapter 11- Training for an Espionage
The Convergence War. From what Cole knew, it had been a conflict between two opposing factions: one determined to revive the Primordial Power and the other sworn to prevent its return. The Primordial Power, once split apart, had diverged into the current pathwaysValour, Essentia, Bloodcraft, Voidcraft, Eidolon and Transference. This war was a clash over the future of those pathways and the potential return to something far older.
Before the espionage, Cole planned to focus on advancing his mastery of Voidcraft. At his current level, all he could do was sense the connection to his personal pocket dimensionthe access to a different planea step forward, but not particularly useful in the heat of combat. He needed more.
Stay within this perimeter, Rhea instructed, her tone firm as she gestured to the area around them. Without waiting for a reply, she walked off, her attention shifting to the soldiers stationed at the quarters nearby. She acted like she had not tried to kill them earlier.
Jake waited until she was out of earshot before letting out a long sigh, his body visibly relaxing. Finally, he muttered. Good thing we made it out of that mess.
Yeah, Cole agreed. But now weve been thrown into espionage.
Jake shrugged, leaning against a tree. Its not all bad, you know. This side is the one trying to revive the Primordial Power. If we play our cards right, we dont even need to come back.
Cole, already lowering himself into a cross-legged position, didnt reply immediately. Instead, he closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, focusing inward.
What are you doing? Jake asked, raising an eyebrow.
Rheas watching, Cole said without opening his eyes. Might as well train while I wait.
Jake chuckled softly to himself. Of course you would. Then, after a moment he absent-mindedly looked towards the sky. Guess Ill do the same.
***
A couple hours had now passed, night-time soon approaching.
Cole closed his eyes, his breathing steadying as he tapped into his Solar Plexus nodea focal point of energy that thrummed deep within him. A faint, ethereal pulse resonated through his body, like a distant drumbeat growing louder with each passing second. The air around him seemed to shift, rippling faintly as if reality itself was bending in response to his intent.
He felt the familiar tug of his personal pocket dimensiona subtle pull, like the threads of an unseen web connecting him to the space outside of reality that was his own creation. It wasnt just a hollow space; it was an extension of his being, an embodiment of his will waiting to be explored.
The void resisted his attempts, stubborn and unyielding, but Cole pressed on, sweat dripping from his brow. He visualized the emptiness, not as an absence but as a blank slate brimming with untapped potential. He stretched his consciousness toward it, feeling the strain as if he were reaching for something just out of grasp.
Each practice session brought him closer to breaking through the first stage, to begin synchronizing. His progress was undeniable. He could now feel and barely envision the outlines of the pocket dimensions boundaries, sense its depth, and even imagine its edges in fleeting moments. It was like standing at the edge of a vast ocean, the waves lapping at his feet while the deeper waters remained just beyond his reach.
Cole opened his eyes, exhaling sharply as the black mist evaporated as his body became fully solid. The connection had flickered stronger than before, lingering longer than in previous attempts. He was closeso close he could almost taste the breakthrough. But he needed more practice, more precision.
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Meanwhile, Jake gripped his rifle-spear firmly, stepping into a series of practice thrusts. His footwork was unusual but preciserather than always stepping forward to drive his weight into a thrust, he often shifted a foot backward, as if holding something in reserve. Yet, despite the unorthodox movements, each strike was executed with strength and efficiency, revealing the discipline of someone who had clearly spent time honing his technique.
Cole yawned, the weight of exhaustion pulling at him. The rations they were provided during training barely replenished the energy he''d burned throughout the day. His eyelids grew heavier.
You can sleep, Jake said, glancing at him as he continued practicing with his rifle-spear. I''m going to keep training. I can keep watch.
Cole didnt argue. Closing his eyes, he let the rhythmic sound of Jakes training lull him. Before long, sleep claimed him.
In his dream, he found himself walking along a beach. Each step left faint footprints in the damp sand, the gritty texture making his bare feet cringe. He wasnt used to the sensation, but he didnt stop walking. The last time he had this dream, there had been a figure in the distancea person, or so it seemed, moving steadily ahead of him. No matter how fast Cole walked, he could never close the gap.
The gentle crash of waves grew louder, their deep blue depths now carrying something toward the shore. He squinted, trying to make out what the water brought, but before he could see, a voice echoed faintly in the background.
Wa
The voice pulled his attention, and he looked around, searching for its source. But the sound was swallowed by the increasing roar of the waves. Suddenly, something solid bumped against his foot.
Cole looked down and froze. It was a heada human head, still attached to a lifeless body. Then another body drifted onto the shore. And another. His stomach twisted as the tide delivered corpse after corpse, forming a grotesque pile.
At the top of the mound lay his brothers and his own body, limp and lifeless,
The idyllic scenery of the beach was now a stark contrast to the horrors before him. Seagulls circled overhead, their cries cutting through the salty wind. The once-pristine sand was streaked with crimson, the vivid stains of death staining the beauty of the shoreline.
Cole turned away sharply, his breath unsteadyonly to find himself face-to-face with the figure hed seen in the distance. It mirrored his movements, as if it were a reflection, but it wasnt him. The figure had no eyes.
Slowly, it raised a bony finger and pointed to Coles eyes, then gestured toward the pile of bodies. Cole felt a chill creep through him, confusion evident in his expression. The figure began to laugh, a hoarse, grating sound, as it covered its crooked mouth with one hand.
The voice returned, louder this time, its ethereal whispers overpowering the sound of the waves. The bodies, the figureeverything dissolved into the wind, leaving Cole walking again. But now, each step he took left a streak of blood trailing behind him, which he failed to notice.
Wake up! Jakes urgent whisper cut through the dream, his hands shaking Cole awake.
Cole blinked, disoriented, and rubbed the scarred part of his neck, trying to relieve the persistent itch that always seemed to plague him.
What is it? he muttered groggily.
Jake handed him a bundle of black clothing. Its time. Ill be waiting outside that guys tent. With that, he turned and walked off.
Cole stretched, his body stiff and uneasy. The dream lingered in his mind, vivid and unsettling. He recognized it for what it wasa dreamscape trial that would come every so often, a test every essentia user had to face. These trials forced users to confront the deepest parts of themselves, guiding them to discover their essentia traitthe core representation of their identity. It would allow them to see their true self. Only then could they unlock their forced reality and begin to attempt to use it, only the strongest few ever able to.
But that figure
Who is he? Cole thought, the memory of those eyeless sockets sending another shiver down his spine. The figure felt strangely familiar, yet entirely foreign.
Shaking off the unease, he stripped off his armour and changed into the black clothing Jake had given him. He then wrapped the black bandana on his face, only revealing his eyes. Adjusting the fit, he welcomed the cool night air and made his way to the tent, where Jake and Rhea were already waiting.
Chapter 12- The unknown path to a known destination
The map lay spread across a wooden table in the centre of the dimly lit black tent, its edges held down by small rocks to keep it flat. Faint black ink detailed the surrounding terrain, marking both natural features and man-made structures.
Their base was positioned near low hills. To the north stretched a dense forest labelled The Ironwood, with a stream, Waters Creek", winding through it and feeding into marshy boglands to the west. Open fields lay to the east, cutting through an overgrown path called the Old Merchant Road. South of the fields, the map marked dry, rocky terrain known as The Barrens. At the far northern edge was the enemy base, Fort Blackridge, perched on a steep ridge and surrounded by barricades and lookout towers.
Which path do you want to take? the man asked, his sharp gaze flicking between Cole and Jake as they studied the map.
Cole examined their options. Heading directly north through, The Ironwood, would be the fastest route, but it was likely the most heavily guarded. Following Waters Creek westward would let them skirt around the enemys defences, but the marshy boglands would slow them down significantlyand they didnt know how much time they had. Taking the eastern fields and the Old Merchant Road would be faster than the boglands and less risky than a direct route, but the open terrain made it easier to get caught. Heading south into The Barrens was out of the question; the detour would take far too long.
What do you think, Jake? Cole asked, glancing at his focused face.
Jakes fingers tapped the edge of the table in rhythm, his brow furrowed in concentration. West. If we get caught, we wont stand a chance.
Cole nodded. The trial wasnt a game; every choice could cost them their lives. It seemed safer to take the long way around.
Wrong answer, the man interjected sharply, his tone leaving no room for argument. Youll go straight through The Ironwood. If youre not skilled enough to avoid detection, youre not skilled enough to gather anything useful for me.
Coles jaw tightened, and he caught the faint grinding of Jakes teeth. Why even ask in the first place? Making us go through that route is going to be the reason you wont get your stupid information. he thought bitterly, but he held his tongue.
Leave now. Return within six daysthree days in, three days out, the man instructed curtly, rolling up the map and passing something to Cole. Heres a compass. Itll guide you.
Cole glanced at the compass and almost laughed bitterly. Even if theres a tracker in this thing, removing it would just confirm our betrayal. Theyve thought this through. Their situation felt like a cruel joke, but there was no point in arguing.
They stepped out of the tent into the crisp night air, the cold biting at their skin. Cole adjusted the black cloak draped over his shoulders, pulling the hood snugly over his head to shield himself from the chill.
Shall we get moving, then? Jake asked, his voice low as his hand tightened around the rifle-spear strapped to his side.
Cole nodded silently, his eyes fixed on the dark outline of The Ironwood looming in the distance. The forest awaited them, and with it, their trial was finally starting to pick up.
***
Cole eventually walked past the wreckage, he previously had run from. Now that the smoke had cleared, he could see the destruction in its true form. Many bodies laid on the floor, their crimson blood dried up, staining the dry dirt ground. A black banner laid in the middle of the battlefield, showing the side they were currently on had won that battle, claiming the territory.
Jake stopped beside him, his face grim as he surveyed the scene. He muttered, his voice low. This was carnage.
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Cole nodded, his expression unreadable.
Lets keep moving, He said quietly.
The towering trees of The Ironwood soon came into view, their dark, gnarled branches intertwining like skeletal hands reaching for the sky. The air grew cooler beneath the canopy, and the moonlight struggled to break through the thick foliage, casting the forest in a dim, silver, eerie glow.
As they ventured deeper, the sounds of the occasional rustle of leaves and the faint trickle of Water Creek could be heard nearby. The path ahead was uneven, littered with exposed roots and fallen branches that made each step a calculated effort.
We should stick to the creek, Cole suggested, his voice breaking the silence. Itll help mask our footsteps.
Jake scanned ahead, acknowledging the truth in Coles words. Good idea.
The creeks gentle gurgle filled the silence as Cole and Jake walked cautiously alongside it, their movements muffled by the waters soft rush downstream. The weight of their mission hung heavy, yet the serenity of the forest lulled them into a false sense of calm.
Jake broke the silence first, his voice quiet but tinged with curiosity. What do you think Bea and Hunter are up to right now?
Cole raised an eyebrow. Bea? She seemed sharp so she is probably fine.
Jake smirked faintly. Yeah, sounds about right. I bet shes already got half the trial figured out.
And Hunter? Cole asked, glancing at Jake as they navigated around a particularly thick tree root.
Jake chuckled lightly, a vein threatening to bulge out his head. Either hes charging headfirst into danger, or hes playing the long game. Probably both.
Cole gave a plain nod. If he doesnt get himself killed first.
Jakes smirk faded, replaced by a more serious expression. You think theyre doing better than us?
Cole hesitated, scanning the trees for any signs of movement before answering. Maybe. But that doesnt matter. Weve got our own path, and theyve got theirs.
Jake nodded, though a flicker of doubt crossed his face. Guess well see who makes it out of this in one piece.
As the hours passed, the strain of the journey began to show. Jake stifled a yawn, his steps becoming more sluggish. Cole noticed and stopped near a cluster of thick trees where the ground was relatively flat.
Take a nap, Cole said, gesturing toward the base of a nearby tree. Youve been dragging your feet for the last half hour.
Jake hesitated. What about you?
I slept earlier, Cole replied, scanning the surrounding forest. Just dont snore.
Jake smirked, dropping his pack and leaning back against the tree. Thanks.
It didnt take long for Jakes breathing to even out as he dozed off, his rifle-spear resting loosely against his shoulder. Cole leaned against another tree, keeping his eyes on the shadows shifting in the moonlight. The forest was unnervingly quiet, except for the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant call of a nocturnal bird.
His mind drifted to their conversation about Bea and Hunter. Were they safe? Were they even alive? Although Cole and Jake barely knew Bea and Hunteror even each other, for that matterthey couldnt help but hope the others were holding their own.
He lifted his gaze, his eyes drawn to the moon above, barely visible through the trees. The pale orb hovered high in the sky, suspended like a distant pearl, casting a soft, silver glow over the forest. He reached out, fingers stretching toward it, the gaps between his hands revealing its luminous surface, as if he could touch the very thing that seemed to watch over them from afar.
For a brief moment, he felt a strange sense of peace.
I can do this. He thought to himself, whilst looking at Jake who was in deep sleep.
Time crept by, and the first hints of dawn began to seep through the canopy, casting the forest in a faint grey light. Cole nudged Jake awake.
Time to move, Cole said, his voice low.
Jake stretched and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, yawning. Whats the plan?
Move from the creek, stay hidden within the trees, and keep quiet. Its nearly daylight, so well need to be extra careful.
Jake nodded, rising to his feet and gathering his things. They set off again, the forest growing more vibrant as the sunlight filtered through. The gentle sounds of the creek were a constant companion, masking their movements as they pushed forward deeper into the forest.
Cole halted abruptly, holding up a hand. Jake froze behind him, his gaze following Coles line of sight.
In the distance, barely visible through the trees, were figuresseveral of themmoving in their direction. Their golden and white armour glinted faintly in the light, marking them as their current enemies.
Jakes grip tightened on his weapon, his voice barely a whisper. What do we do?
Cole didnt respond immediately, his mind racing. They were outnumbered, and any sound would give away their position. The creek they had relied on for stealth now felt useless within the true face of danger.
The figures grew closer, their presence looming like an unspoken threat.
Stay low, Cole finally murmured, his voice steady despite the tension crackling in the air. And dont make a sound.
Chapter 13- “We make a pretty good team.”
Cole held his breath, feeling the cold rush of blood to his hands, the pins and needles creeping up his arms. He and Jake crouched behind trees, silently praying the incoming soldiers wouldnt notice them. If they were as strong as Rhea, it wouldnt be a question of whether they would winit would be a matter of how they would die.
This is what happens when you take the most dangerous route. Cole silently cursed the man who had sent them on this suicide mission.
The footsteps grew closertoo close. Then, suddenly, they stopped.
Cole held his breath. Had they been caught? Slowly, he peered around the corner, his gaze locking onto the figures standing by the Waters Creek. They werent moving, just staring at something.
His eyes followed their line of sight.
The footprints.
The ones they had left near Waters Creek.
They knew someone was nearby.
Cole instantly looked towards Jake, coming to mutual understanding that they had to diverge their attention, before they started looking around and eventually find them.
Jake exhaled, focusing his essentia. A golden glow pulsed at his fingertips, spreading up his arm as energy took shape. Threads of a light-yellow energy twisted together, solidifying into a sleek sword that hummed with power.
Without hesitation, he stretched his fingers, hurling it at a nearby tree. The blade shot forward like a streak of light, striking the trunk with a sharp crack. The impact split the wood, and with a groan, the tree toppled, crashing to the ground.
Jake flexed his fingers as the sword dissolved into the atmosphere.
The soldiers immediately snapped their heads toward the fallen tree, searching for the source of the strike. But their efforts were in vain.
By the time the tree crashed into the ground, Cole and Jake were already moving, using the deafening impact to mask the sound of their footsteps as they bolted further into the forest.
Were they in the clear?
No.
The soldiers charged toward them, their heavy footsteps pounding behind. Cole could hear them getting closer, and the ruckus from the tree could no longer be used as coverage. The soldiers boots slammed against the ground, their voices shouting through the forest.
We wont outrun them like this, Cole thought, his heart racing, but his mind was focused.
He quickly used energy leaking from his essentia nodes and summoned a spear. It appeared in his hand, glowing faintly. Without hesitation, Cole threw it at a tree ahead, where it struck with a loud crack, nearly breaking off a thick branch. The branch swayed, barely hanging on as the weapon dissipated.
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Jake followed right behind him, as Cole grabbed a stick from the ground and dragged it along, creating a false trail. He threw the stick ahead, hoping it would mislead the soldiers for a bit.
They then went left, heading toward the creek. Climbing a fallen log across the water, they moved carefully to avoid making noise. The rushing water below them was loud, but they stayed quiet as they crossed. Once on the other side, they hid behind trees, waiting for the soldiers.
Then they heard it. The soldiers, realizing they had been tricked by the fake trial, were catching on.
They mustve gone downstream, one soldier shouted.
Coles pulse quickened. The soldiers would soon close in on them. Jake grabbed a stone from the creek and threw it back into the water, where their footsteps had been before crossing the log. The splash echoed, like the sound of footsteps.
Theyre in the creek! one of the soldiers yelled.
The soldiers rushed to the creek, heading downstream.
They were distracted, but one soldier got too close to Cole and Jake. They froze, holding their breath, praying he wouldnt spot them. Every footstep he took felt like it echoed in their chest, each one a reminder of how close they were to being caught. The sound of his boots crushing the leaves beneath him seemed louder with every passing second, the air thick with tension.
Please stop. Cole thought, whilst begrudgingly reaching for his scythe strapped to his back.
Then, just as it seemed like they might be caught, the branch Cole had broken earlier finally fell with a loud crash. The soldiers turned around, startled.
Back upstream! one of them shouted.
They rushed back toward the noise, convinced that Cole and Jake had gone that way. With the soldiers distracted, Cole and Jake quickly continued downstream, slipping away further north into The Ironwood. The soldiers, now confused, kept searching upstream while Cole and Jake escaped, leaving only the sound of the rushing creek behind them.
As the boys ran, they exchanged a glance, and a smirk spread across their faces. Unable to contain themselves, they burst into laughter. They had made it out of that messsurvived the chaos. Though it was far too early to celebrate, they couldnt help but feel a surge of pride in that small victory.
Did you see that, Cole? Jake grinned, his bright white teeth flashing in the sunlight, his smile radiant.
Coles lips twitched into a genuine smile, the first real one hed had since stepping into the Abyss. Yeah.
Did. You. See. That. Cole? Jake repeated, each word slow and drawn out, hyping both of them up, his voice practically vibrating with excitement.
Cole couldnt hold it back anymore and laughed. Yeah!
For a brief moment, in the midst of their laughter, it was as if the weight of the trial, the danger, everything else, just slipped away. They were just two boys, caught up in the thrill of a small victory.
You know what, Cole, Jake said, his voice full of pride, we make a pretty good team. He tilted his head to glance at Cole as they kept running deeper into the forest, their pace unbroken.
Cole smiled back, feeling the bond between them. Youre right
Suddenly, a flash of crimson red shot across Coles hand. Had he scraped himself? He heard a strange plop, something soft hitting the ground.
Jake, what are you doing? Cole thought, his mind racing. We have to keep moving.
But then, Coles eyes snapped to Jake. He was looking different. A dark, small hole had appeared in Jakes abdomen, blood oozing from the wound.
His body laid completely still.
Thats when Cole saw hima man, standing in the shadows. His piercing blue eyes glowed through the slits in his helmet.
Found you.