The training yard was quiet now. Val had left a few minutes ago, still grinning about the whip training; her footsteps were still echoing down the corridor. Cale sat on the bench just as Aldus used to sit, watching the stars come out. High above, the Leo constellation flickered, the celestial lion standing guard over the silent academy.
He'd taught someone today. He had really taught them. The thought of it sat strange in his chest: not uncomfortable, just… new. He had never had anything to teach anybody. At home, he was the only one who needed teaching, and no one would even listen to whatever he had to say, if he even had anything to say at all. Val had grasped the idea of using the whip faster than he expected. She was a natural, though he'd never emphasize that bit. The freak would probably celebrate by setting the whole dormitory ablaze.
He touched the pendant under his shirt, feeling the familiar cool weight of the glass. He didn't even remember how he got the pendant. For all he knew, it had been around his neck for as long as he could remember. He wondered what Aldus was doing now. Probably drinking tea—the man was obsessed with that stuff. Or maybe reading one of those old books he claimed were unimportant.
While he was pondering, his phone buzzed. It was a clunky device, a crude imitation of the sleek technology from long ago. He had seen images of the phones they were based on, and this, though it captured the idea, was far from the original. The engineers had tried to replicate ancient Android designs, but the result was inferior; instead, it was thick-cased, with a flickering screen and an annoying interface. He pulled it out, expecting a message from Ethan about academy business. Instead, the screen showed a name he hadn't thought of in weeks.
Valeriana.
His younger sister. He stared at the name for a moment, then answered.
"You're alive," she said. No greeting, no preamble. Just her voice, sharp and familiar.
"Last I checked, I am. That's rude—what kind of question is that?"
"A fair one. Your father's been asking about you."
Cale's jaw tightened. "Like he isn't your father, too. Asking what, exactly?"
"If you've embarrassed the family yet and all that boring stuff. And I'm not going to lie, it's really annoying." There was a pause. "But I told him you seem to have been keeping your head down."
"Not that it matters, anyway."
"Good. Keep it that way." Another pause followed, longer this time. "So… what's up?"
The question caught him off guard. He thought about his latest developments, his new abilities, and the voice in his head. He thought about telling her, but she was an S-rank Awakened; even though she wasn't at the academy yet, her status made his progress feel small.
"Stop trying to act nice. It doesn't suit you. Anyway, I'm fine," he said.
"You're lying."
"Hey, I'm managing."
She was quiet for a moment. He could picture her blood-red hair pulled back and her ruby eyes narrowed, with that way she had of seeing through him without even trying.
"Vorian's at the academy, right?" she said. It wasn't a question.
"You know he is. I don't even know why you're asking."
"He won't keep your secret forever."
"I don't think that's any of your business."
"Then figure out what you're going to do before he decides to tell everyone." Her voice softened, just a fraction.
She hung up before he could answer.
He sat in the dark, the phone cold in his hand. She was right. Vorian wouldn't keep his secret for long unless Cale gave him a real ultimatum. But for now, he had to find a better way to protect what he was still hiding. He put the phone away and pulled up his system screen.
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User: Caelan Ashford
Status: Awakened
Rank: E
Sign: Scorpio
Stage: Awakened
Aspect: Soul Reaper
Element: Water/Ice
Affinities: 2 (Scorpio, Capricorn)
Special Powers: Frostbite, Regenesis, Death Sense (Evolved), Scorpion's Grip, Necrotic Touch, Reaper's Mark
Mauri: 12/100
Experience: 0/300
Memory: Ogreian Dagger, Soul Drinker
Echo: —
Flaw: —
Soul Cores: 3
Seals: 12 (2 active)
PA: Active (Upgrade: 50/200)
```
Three soul cores: the Ogre, the Cyclops, and the Gloomwing Alpha. He had three major kills—three fragments of power waiting to be used.
"You can merge them," Iris said.
He sat up. "What does that mean? You said before that it's just like normal soul essence."
"The three cores. They are all of the Stargazer tier. Together, they can form something new. Something stronger: a Reaper's Soul. Your current status allows for it."
He stared at the screen. Three cores. One creature. He thought about the ogre's brute strength, the cyclops's single-minded fury, and the Gloomwing Alpha's cunning.
"What would it be?"
"Something unique. Something that has never existed before. It would likely possess intelligence and be bound to you—an Echo, but also a companion you can summon at will."
His heart beat faster. A companion. A creature that could think, talk, and fight beside him. Not just a tool.
"Let's do it," he said.
The world dissolved.
He was back in the grey space, the void where the cores floated. The ogre's core, dark and heavy; the cyclops's core, jagged and bright; and the Gloomwing's core, shifting like smoke. They drifted apart, separate, waiting for a catalyst.
"Reach for them," Iris commanded. "Pull them together. Will them to become one."
He reached out. The cores resisted, pushing against each other. He felt the ogre's rage, the cyclops's stubbornness, and the Gloomwing's hunger. They didn't want to merge; they wanted to dominate.
The cores shuddered. The grey space shook. Light erupted—red, grey, and black twisting together, spiraling into a single point. The pressure was immense. He felt his Mauri drain, felt the cold knot in his chest pulse, and felt something crack and reform.
Then, silence.
A shape materialized in front of him. It was humanoid but larger—about seven feet tall—with a body both sleek and powerful. Its skin was the color of a deep shadow. A single horn curved from its forehead, and its eyes—three of them arranged in a triangle—glowed a soft, steady gold. Its limbs were long and elegant, ending in clawed fingers. Translucent feathered wings, veined with light, folded against its back.
It opened its mouth, and a voice emerged—low, resonant, neither male nor female.
"Hey. You called me?"
Cale stared. "You can talk?"
"I can. Is there a problem?" The creature's three eyes studied him, unblinking. "I am what you made. The strength of an ogre, the endurance of a cyclops, and the cunning of a Gloomwing. And something more: a soul." It tilted its head. "Your soul, bound to mine."
Cale felt the connection now—deeper than an Echo, deeper than his bond with the stone. This was a part of him, separate but connected, alive and aware.
"What do I call you?"
The creature's wings rustled. "I am whatever you wish to name me. You are my master, after all."
He thought about the power of his aspect. He thought about the three cores merged into a single being—a soul forged from death and will.
"Revenant seems nice," he said. "I'll call you Revenant."
The creature smiled. It was a strange expression on a face that was almost human but not quite. "Then Revenant it is."
The grey space faded. Cale was back in the yard, the stars still overhead and the cold air pressing against his skin. But beside him, Revenant stood—solid, real, its three golden eyes fixed on him.
```
Echo: Revenant (Unique – Reaper's Soul)
Type: Bound Companion
Abilities: Shadowstep, Soul Drain, Terrifying Presence, Flight
Intelligence: High
Communication: Verbal
Summon: At will. No time limit.
```
He dismissed the screen and looked at Revenant. "You can fly?"
"Yes. My wings aren't just for show." The wings spread, wide and dark, catching the starlight. "And more. I am what you need me to be."
Cale felt the bond pulse, steady and warm. Not cold. Not empty. Something new.
"Can you disappear? I don't need people seeing you yet."
Revenant's form shimmered and faded, becoming a shadow that clung to Cale's own. "I am here. When you need me, call."
Cale let out a breath. It was creepy, having something like that crawl into your shadow to follow you around all day. On the bright side, he now had something powerful and intelligent bound to him. And he still had more seals waiting—three more affinities to unlock.
```
Experience: 0/300
Soul Cores: 0
```
He dismissed the screen and stood. The walk back to his room was quiet. He let himself in, locked the door, and sat on the edge of his bed. He could feel Revenant's presence in the back of his mind, patient and waiting.
"How do you feel?" Iris asked. Cale felt like strangling her for asking such a stupid question.
He thought about Val's grin and the whip cracking in the dark. He thought about Valeriana's voice—the warning and the worry. He thought about the creature waiting in his shadow, bound to his soul.
"Ready," he said. "For whatever comes next."
His phone buzzed. A message from Val.
Tomorrow. I want to try using the whip while running. Please don't be late.
He smiled—a small, barely-there thing. He typed back: Don't set anything on fire.
Her reply came immediately: No promises.
He set the phone aside and closed his eyes. Revenant settled in his shadow, silent and watching. Somewhere in the academy, the tournament was coming, and the future was unfolding.
He slept, and for once, he didn't dream of the mundane things other boys dreamed of. He dreamed of wings and shadow, of a voice that spoke his name, and of a path he was walking, one step at a time.