Zael's fingers closed around the cup.
Warm.
Real.
He lifted it slightly, studying the faint steam rising from it before taking a careful sip.
The effect was immediate.
His mind cleared.
Not in a dramatic way—no sudden surge of power—but everything felt… aligned. Thoughts came easier. Distractions faded. Even the lingering exhaustion from the forest felt distant.
Zael lowered the cup slowly.
"…What is this?"
"Just something to help you think," the man replied.
His tone was calm. Casual.
Like this wasn't anything special.
Zael didn't respond immediately. His eyes stayed on the man, studying him now more carefully.
"…Who are you?"
The man smiled faintly.
"A remnant."
A short pause.
"Or what's left of one."
That answer didn't sit well.
Zael leaned back slightly. "That doesn't explain anything."
"It explains enough."
The man lifted his own cup and took a small sip.
"My body is long gone. What you're speaking to right now… is just a thread of consciousness left behind."
Zael's brows furrowed.
"…How is that even possible?"
The man shrugged lightly.
"When you reach a certain level, leaving something behind isn't difficult."
A pause.
"…Staying intact is."
Silence settled briefly between them.
Zael's gaze shifted around the island.
"…This place. The trial. The forest. The system seal…"
He looked back at the man.
"…You did all that?"
The man shook his head.
"No."
A small pause.
"The sect did."
Zael's eyes narrowed slightly. "Sect…"
"The one you're currently standing in the remains of."
That made Zael go still.
"…This is a sect?"
"It was."
The man's gaze drifted slightly, as if looking at something far away.
"…A long time ago."
Zael followed his line of sight, but there was nothing there.
Just the endless sea surrounding the island.
"…What happened?"
The man didn't answer immediately.
When he did, his voice was quieter.
"…We weren't from this place."
Zael frowned.
"…What do you mean?"
"I mean," the man said, looking back at him, "this sect didn't originate in the Abyss."
Silence.
Zael's expression tightened slightly.
"…Then how did it end up here?"
The man exhaled softly.
"…War."
A simple word.
But heavy.
"Our world was invaded."
A pause.
"By them."
He didn't need to say it.
Zael already knew.
"…The Abyss."
The man nodded once.
"We held out for a while. Longer than most would have expected."
A faint, almost tired smile crossed his face.
"But it wasn't enough."
Zael stayed quiet.
Listening.
"We knew we couldn't win," the man continued. "So we tried something else."
"…Escape?"
"Yes."
The man tapped the table lightly.
"A large-scale displacement formation. The entire sect. Everything we had left."
Zael's eyes narrowed slightly.
"…You tried to move the whole sect?"
"We did more than try."
A pause.
"We succeeded."
Zael blinked.
"…Then why are you here?"
The man's expression shifted slightly.
Not anger.
Not regret.
Just… acceptance.
"Because success didn't last."
A longer pause this time.
"The Abyss interfered."
Zael felt a slight chill.
"…Interfered how?"
"Spatial turbulence."
The words were simple.
But the implication wasn't.
"When you try to move something that large across space, you need stability. Precision."
The man's fingers tapped lightly against the cup.
"They disrupted that."
Zael's grip on his own cup tightened slightly.
"…What happened to the sect?"
The man looked at him directly.
"They died."
No hesitation.
No embellishment.
"Everyone?"
"Yes."
Silence.
The ocean around them felt heavier somehow.
"…And you?"
The man gave a small, almost amused smile.
"I was already dying."
A pause.
"So I left this behind."
He gestured lightly around them.
"The trials. The remnants. This place."
Another pause.
"…A last attempt at preserving something."
Zael looked down at the table.
"…So this whole dungeon…"
"…Is a corpse," the man finished.
That sat there.
Heavy.
Uncomfortable.
Zael exhaled slowly.
"…And the Abyss just left it here?"
"They didn't care."
A small shake of the head.
"To them, this was already a failure."
Zael leaned back slightly, processing everything.
Then—
"…Why am I here?"
The man's gaze sharpened just a little.
"Because you qualify."
Zael frowned.
"…For what?"
"For what we were."
A pause.
"Dao Awakeners."
The words landed differently.
Zael's expression didn't change much—but his attention sharpened.
"…And that means?"
The man studied him for a moment.
Then—
"It means your class isn't ordinary."
Zael didn't respond.
The man continued.
"In our world, there were different paths. Different systems."
A small pause.
"But Dao… wasn't one of many."
Another pause.
"It was the origin."
Zael's eyes narrowed slightly.
"…Origin?"
"Yes."
The man leaned forward slightly.
"Everything branches out eventually. Different power systems, different classifications…"
A faint tap on the table.
"But Dao was where it all began."
Silence.
Zael's thoughts moved quickly.
"…And you're saying my class is connected to that?"
"Not just connected."
A pause.
"It's high-ranking within it."
Zael didn't react outwardly.
But inside—
That clicked with too many things.
The system.
The anomalies.
The way his abilities worked.
The man watched him carefully.
"You don't fully understand it yet."
"…No."
"That's expected."
A small pause.
"But you will."
Zael looked at him directly.
"…And what happens then?"
The man leaned back again.
"When you understand it?"
A faint smile returned.
"…Then you decide what to do with it."
Silence stretched between them again.
Then Zael asked the question that had been sitting in the back of his mind.
"…Why tell me all this?"
The man didn't hesitate.
"Because no one told us."
A pause.
"And we paid for it."
That was answer enough.
Zael nodded slowly.
Then—
"…So what now?"
The man picked up his cup again.
"…Now?"
A small sip.
"…You continue."
Zael frowned slightly. "That's it?"
"That's it."
A pause.
"The trial isn't here."
He set the cup down again.
"It's everything before this."
Zael went still for a second.
"…The forest."
"The comprehension."
The man nodded.
"You've already been tested."
A small pause.
"This is just… the beginning."
Zael exhaled slowly.
"…Feels a bit underwhelming."
That made the man chuckle quietly.
"…Strength isn't always gained through struggle."
A pause.
"Sometimes, it's clarity."
Zael didn't argue.
He stood up.
"…So how do I leave?"
The man looked at him one last time.
"…Just walk."
Zael glanced past him.
The edge of the island.
The endless sea.
"…Seriously?"
The man smiled.
"You'll be fine."
Zael stared at him for a second longer.
Then turned.
And started walking.
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Zael didn't stop when the man told him to walk.
He took a step past the table.
Then another.
The ground didn't break.
The sea didn't swallow him.
Instead—
The space ahead rippled slightly.
Like a thin layer of water being disturbed.
Zael paused.
Then turned back.
The man was still seated, calm as ever, watching him.
"…Before I go," Zael said, "you're just going to let me leave like that?"
The man smiled faintly.
"I said the trial is over."
A small pause.
"I didn't say you'd leave empty-handed."
Zael's eyes narrowed slightly.
"…So there is more."
The man chuckled softly.
"Of course there is."
He raised a hand slightly.
And the space beside him distorted.
Three objects appeared on the table.
A weapon.
A small, sealed egg.
And—
A black gem.
Zael's attention sharpened instantly.
The weapon was simple in appearance, but there was something about it—
A weight.
Not physical.
But… presence.
The egg was different.
It pulsed faintly.
Alive.
Dormant, but not inactive.
Then there was the gem.
Dark.
Smooth.
Unassuming.
And yet—
It drew his eyes more than the others.
"…What are these?"
The man rested his elbow lightly on the table.
"…All that's left."
A pause.
"The sect's resources… are gone."
Zael frowned slightly.
"…Gone?"
"Lost during the displacement."
A small shake of the head.
"Most of it was destroyed. The rest scattered into the turbulence."
His gaze flicked briefly to the items.
"These are the only things I could preserve."
Zael stepped closer to the table.
His gaze moved between the three.
"The weapon and the egg… I get."
A pause.
"…But that?"
His eyes settled on the black gem.
The man's expression shifted slightly.
"Ah."
"…That."
Zael picked it up.
It felt cold.
Not physically—
But something about it was… empty.
"…What is it?"
The man leaned back slightly.
"My name is Lanar."
Zael looked up.
"…Lanar?"
"The last Sect Master of the Red Sky Sect....which is the sect on whose grounds you stand"
Silence.
That… meant something.
Even if Zael didn't fully understand what yet.
"…And that," Lanar continued, nodding toward the gem in Zael's hand, "is a key."
Zael frowned.
"…A key to what?"
"A ruin."
A small pause.
"Divine Fall."
The name hung in the air.
Heavy.
Zael's grip on the gem tightened slightly.
"…What kind of ruin?"
"The kind people kill for."
A pause.
"It only opens once every five hundred years."
Zael's eyes narrowed slightly.
"…And?"
Lanar looked at him directly.
"…It opens again in three."
Silence.
That hit.
Zael looked down at the gem again.
"…Anyone with this can enter?"
"Yes."
A pause.
"But there's a problem."
Zael already didn't like how that sounded.
"…What problem?"
"It's not here."
A beat.
"It's in another world."
Zael's brows furrowed.
"…Another world?"
"Mid-level."
The confusion was clear on Zael's face.
Lanar sighed lightly.
"…Right. You wouldn't know."
He tapped the table lightly.
"Worlds aren't all the same."
A pause.
"They're classified."
Zael stayed silent.
Listening.
"Low-level worlds."
"That's where you're from."
Zael's eyes narrowed slightly.
"…And that means?"
"It means your world peaks at bloodline awakening."
A pause.
"Most people there won't go beyond that."
Zael didn't interrupt.
Lanar continued.
"Mid-level worlds are different."
"They go beyond bloodline."
A slight shift in his tone.
"They comprehend runes."
Zael frowned.
"…Runes?"
"Yes."
"Runic power."
A pause.
"They become Runic Warriors."
"And beyond that… Runic Kings."
Zael's grip on the gem tightened slightly.
"…And that's mid-level?"
"Yes."
A small pause.
"But to go beyond that…"
Lanar's gaze sharpened slightly.
"They have to leave."
"…Leave?"
"They need higher laws."
A pause.
"Which only exist in higher worlds."
Zael exhaled slowly.
"…So what comes after mid-level?"
"High-level worlds."
A short pause.
"They peak at Law Kings."
Zael's eyes flickered slightly.
"…Law?"
"Yes."
"Comprehension of laws."
"Fundamental forces."
A pause.
"Reality itself, to an extent."
Silence.
Zael processed that.
"…And above that?"
Lanar's expression changed slightly.
"…There's only one."
A pause.
"The Ultimate World."
Zael didn't speak.
"…What's there?"
Lanar's voice lowered slightly.
"…Origin."
The word felt… different.
Heavier than everything else.
"…That's all I know," Lanar added after a moment.
"A lot of it is speculation."
A pause.
"But it's enough."
Zael nodded slowly.
Then—
"…What about the stages?"
Lanar gave a faint smile.
"Now that—"
"…that I can tell you."
He leaned forward slightly.
"The path begins with what you already know."
"Pre-bloodline awakening."
"Then—"
"Bloodline Awakening Stage."
"Levels one to nine."
Zael's attention sharpened.
"After that—"
"Bloodline Refinement."
"Stages one to five."
A pause.
"Then the runic path begins."
"Runic Apprentice."
"Runic Disciple."
"Runic Warrior."
"Runic Master."
"Runic King."
Zael stayed completely still.
Absorbing everything.
"Then—"
"The law path."
"Law Apprentice."
"Law Disciple."
"Law Warrior."
"Law Master."
"Law King."
A pause.
"Law Emperor."
Another pause.
"And beyond that—"
"Unity Sublimation."
"…Origin."
Silence fell.
Heavy.
Zael exhaled slowly.
"…That's a lot."
Lanar chuckled lightly.
"You don't have to understand it all now."
A pause.
"You just need to know it exists."
Zael nodded once.
Then—
"…You said your sect was from a high-level world."
"Yes."
"…So you were—"
"Below Law King."
Lanar cut in calmly.
A faint smile followed.
"…Unfortunately."
Zael didn't push further.
Instead—
"…You said ranks have divisions?"
Lanar nodded.
"From Runic Apprentice to Law Emperor."
"They're divided into four."
"Low."
"Mid."
"High."
"Peak."
A pause.
"The difference is simple."
"The amount of runes… or laws you control."
Zael nodded slowly.
That made sense.
Then—
He looked down at the items again.
The weapon.
The egg.
The gem.
"…You're just giving these to me?"
Lanar didn't hesitate.
"Yes."
"…Why?"
A small pause.
Then—
"Because you're the only one who made it here."
Silence.
That was simple.
Too simple.
Zael didn't argue.
He picked up the weapon.
Stored it.
Then the egg.
Then the gem.
All three vanished into his storage.
He looked back at Lanar.
"…Thanks."
Lanar waved it off lightly.
"…Just don't waste it."
A pause.
"And if you go to Divine Fall…"
His gaze sharpened slightly.
"…be careful."
Zael gave a small nod.
Then—
"…I will."
Silence settled one last time.
Then Zael turned.
And walked forward.
This time—
The space didn't ripple.
It broke.
And he stepped through.