"Don't worry…"
"…I'm here for you."
Aren slowly opened his eyes.
His breath caught.
The blue, dog-like creature stood before him…
Watching him.
"…You can talk?" Aren muttered.
He hesitated.
"No…"
"…What are you?"
The creature stepped closer.
"Do you want to live?"
Aren froze.
Do I… want to live…?
"Do you want my power?" it asked softly.
"What…?"
He coughed.
"What are you even talking about?"
The creature leaned in.
"Merge with me, Aren…"
Aren shot up from his bed, drenched in sweat.
His chest rose and fell , breathing heavily.
"…Not that dream again," he muttered.
Aren walked into the bathroom. He brushed his teeth, staring at his reflection.
Strange...
After that incident...
The wound from when I was stabbed is completely gone.
And somehow... I became an Occultist...
He rinsed his mouth, staring at himself.
"...What exactly happened to me?"
-
At a five star hotel, Wensona.
Knock. Knock.
"Sir, I am here for room service."
"Yeah come in"
The door opened.
A servant stepped inside.
"Would you like me to clean your room, sir?"
The boy adjusted his jacket.
"Yeah. go ahead."
"Iam heading out. I will be back late."
The servant nodded her head and stepped aside.
As he walked past -
The light caught his hair,
Blonde.
-
A towering structure stretched into the sky-
The Great Provision.
Reporters recording live. Cameras. Occultists entering the building. Police officers patrolling the area. Security gaurds gaurding the entrance.
It was quite a festival.
A taxi stopped.
People turned curious about who it might be.
The crowd stared at the taci eagerly.
The door opened.
Eyes widened,
Stepped out the car was...
... Aren.
"A kid!?" The crowd wondered.
Aren walked nervously inside, scratching the back of his head.
Upon entering, a staff greeted Aren.
It was awkward...
The staff brought Aren to the waiting room.
"You may enter" she said
Aren gulped. Anxious.
Here we go...
His heart pounded.
He slowly started to open the door.
Immediately, Aren sensed different types of vana energy leaking out from the room.
A shiver ran through his spine.
He stepped inside.
The presence in the room was intimidating, everyone narrowed their eyes on him.
One of the main doors to the waiting room opened.
A fairly old man wearing a black suit entered, his vana energy swallowing everyone.
The crowd immediately turned their attention on him.
"Good morning everyone." He greeted.
The old man went to the front,
"Let me introduce myself."
"I am Lewer Panji..."
"A level Red occultist and a yeager."
"And..."
"... I will be your host for this year's exam."
Lewer observed the candidates.
"This year will also might be boring..." He muttered.
Suddenly,
The room's atmosphere changed.
Someone else's energy flooded the room, drowning even Lewer's vana.
It was coming from behind, everyone slowly turned.
Seeing the scene, Lewer's eyes sparkled.
I see...
He clenched his fist.
This year's gonna be...
..FUN.
From behind he grinned, everyone fighting to avoid him.
Fixing his hair...
Blonde hair.
It was him...
Aren's eyes widened.
"...that guy again..."