Chapter 6: Revelation

As the last flickers of light died down around the altar, silence lingered like mist.

Alex stood still, a tiny silhouette bathed in the soft afterglow of the ritual. The warmth of the core pulsing gently inside his chest felt... right. Like a piece of him had finally clicked into place.

His breathing steadied.

It was quiet now. The altar, the air, even the world. Just stillness.

And in that stillness—clarity.

He didn't know how to explain it, but the moment his core formed, it was as if a veil had been lifted. Like he'd stepped into focus for the first time. Everything around him—the space between his fingers,they responded to him. Not with resistance, but like old friends recognizing each other.

There was no thunder. No dramatic explosion of power.

Just... depth.

The kind that made your skin prickle and your chest tighten—not from fear, but from the sudden understanding that you were standing at the edge of something vast.

Alex slowly opened his eyes. Silver light danced in his irises before fading away.

He looked down at his small hands, flexed his fingers.

But this bond with space and void,it was tangible. It thrummed beneath his skin. He could feel the air folding in places it shouldn't, the floor a breath out of alignment with its own shadow. If he focused too long, the world felt too vast.

And that scared him a little.

Coming back to his senses he saw his mother stepped forward quickly,her eyes filled with pride,awe and worry. She reached out and gently cupped his face,"Alex you've..... awakened, mommy so proud of you"she whispered,her voice thick with emotion

He looked up at her, catching the moisture glistening in her eyes filled with motherly love, something evoke within him as his eyes start watering, pushing a tear down his chicks.

"Mom" Alex sobbed as his voice cracked with emotion.

Him having felt no sort of parental love in his past life, Alex swore in his heart to become stronger to protect his family and loved ones.

Looking at her, for a moment something unspoken passed between them, a bond deeper than words.

His father stood rigid beside them with a rare softness behind his calm gaze, his voice was low, with a touch of pride as he said "forming a mystic core, although I sort of expected it, you've still made me proud my boy" his lips tugged upward as he stepped back, giving the mother and child some space.

As Alex and his mom were having their touching moments, the gathered elders finally stepped closer. Their expression was a carefully measured blend of awe and formality, though even couldn't completely mask the flickers of pride in their eyes.

Amelia, noticing the elders approaching, straighten herself then gently guiding her son down from the altar's steps. His small hand was wrapped in hers, and though she could sense his calm composure, she knew he was still adjusting to everything that had just unfolded.

As the elders of House Walker stepped forward, Amelia leaned toward Alex and murmured warmly, "You've done wonderfully, my little star. Now, let's greet the ones who have guided our family for generations."

She let go of his hand—not out of distance, but to give him a moment to stand on his own as a proper Walker.

The first to approach was a tall, stooped man draped in layered silver-blue robes. His long white eyebrows drooped past his cheekbones, and his eyes, though aged, held the sharp gleam of a man who had once moved mountains.

"This," Amelia said gently, resting her hand on Alex's shoulder, "is Grand Elder Thamos Walker. He's your great-granduncle… and the wisest among us."

Thorne lowered himself slowly, bending with difficulty but dignity. His gaze met Alex's, and for a moment he said nothing, simply studying the boy's silver-white eyes.

"You saw the world differently the moment you were born, didn't you?" Thorne said finally. "I see it in your eyes"

Alex tilted his head slightly, not confirming or denying. Thorne chuckled softly and straightened. "Good. The best ones always know who they are before the world tries to tell them otherwise."

Next came Elder Myra, a stern, graceful woman with silver-streaked hair tied into a long braid, and a sash marked with deep blue sigils of spatial sealing.

"And this," Amelia continued, "is Elder Myra. She leads the Spatial Defense Hall. A master of containment and barriers."

Myra offered Alex a curt nod but a softened expression. "You're far calmer than I expected. Your core didn't flare once during awakening… not even a ripple of instability."

She crouched slightly, her eyes searching. "It's dangerous to be too showy, child. It draws unnecessary attention. Learn when to show your strength—and when to hide it."

Alex gave a tiny nod, and Myra smiled faintly. "Smart boy."

The third elder, broader in build with a weathered face and gloves lined with rune-leather, strode up with more energy.

"Ah, so this is the young star everyone's whispering about," he said with a grin.

"Elder Vonn," Amelia said with a knowing look, "is responsible for external combat doctrine and leads the Walker Elite—our outer forces."

Vonn crouched low, meeting Alex at eye level. "One day, you'll spar with me, and I'll regret ever offering. But not yet." He winked. "Until then, just keep surprising the old ones."

Alex's lips curled upward slightly—just enough to be seen.

Behind the three, a few other senior figures lingered quietly. Amelia gestured to them.

"These are the witnesses of today's legacy," she said softly. "They will remember this moment for all your life."

Alex gave a small but respectful bow. "Thank you."

The elders looked at one another, a silent agreement passing between them: This child was no ordinary prodigy. He was something altogether different.

Amelia stepped back beside him, eyes proud and fierce as the elders finished their blessings and quiet analysis. She could feel the pressure growing behind their polite words—wondering, calculating—but for now, she held the line.

Just as the murmurs began rising again, Avalon stepped forward, his voice cutting clean through the air like a sword through fog.

"That's enough for today."

Amelia looked up and nodded with subtle relief as her husband joined them.

"He's stood long enough. His body may be awakened, but he's still a child," Avalon said, his eyes moving across the elders. "Let him rest."

Even Grand Elder Thorne did not argue.

With a respectful dip of the head, the elders stepped back one by one.

Amelia knelt and lifted Alex once more. "Let's go home."

As they turned away from the altar, the world behind them still whispered, but ahead—only silence and soft light waited.

And for the first time since it all began, Alex allowed himself to breathe.

.....

The soft hum of the wind carried the scent of wildflowers into the study, a gentle breeze brushing past the open window. Outside, the sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the sprawling estate of the Walker family.

A few days passed after Alex had his awakening. He sat at his desk, fiddling with a piece of parchment, his thoughts distant. His body felt light, almost weightless, after his intense awakening. The feeling of power swirling within him, the swirling currents of mana and the ever presence of space.

"I have this is truly another world huh?...., this feeling of power is... Addictive" Alex muttered as his fingers absentmindedly traced the edges of the book on the before him.

In the back of his mind, his mother's words echoed. She'd always told him to take things slowly, to enjoy his childhood before rushing into anything. But what was a child supposed to do when they could easily crush rocks with his little fingers, "haven't really have the time to check out my new power though, maybe later" he mused as the pen floated around his fingers before settling down.

The door creaked open, and Avalon Walker entered the room. His silver-white eyes met Alex's, and the faintest smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Lost in thought?" Avalon asked, his voice warm and inviting.

Alex glanced up,. "Just thinking," he replied, offering a small smile.

Avalon stepped forward, his footsteps light but purposeful. He set a small, ornately carved box on the table before Alex, the cool, smooth wood gleaming in the dim light.

"There's something I think you should understand, Alex," Avalon said, settling into the chair opposite his son. "Something about the world outside these walls. You've awakened, and I can see that you're eager to learn more. But there's much more to this world than just the family you've been born into."

"No kidding" Alex thought with a mental eye roll.

Refocusing,Alex tilted his head, curiosity piqued. He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing slightly as he focused on his father.

Avalon continued, his voice a little lower, as though careful with his words. "You've felt it, haven't you? The power stirring inside you. The mana, the powerful sensation.

Alex's pulse quickened slightly. He nodded but didn't speak, his mind still struggling to piece things together. Avalon's eyes softened, but there was a certain gravity in his gaze.

"There are others like you, Alex," Avalon said, leaning forward slightly. "Other children across the world, born with unique gifts. They're part of ancient bloodlines, families that have existed for millennia. And much like you, they're awakening to their potential. I've been watching over you since you were born, but it's time you understand the bigger picture."

Alex's eyes narrowed in curiosity. "Other children like me?" he repeated, his thoughts racing. Could there be others who had reincarnated like him, do they have the Primordial energy too? But Avalon was talking about something much larger than just an individual gift.

Avalon continued, "The world is divided into Great Families and Four Pillars. The Great Families are ancient, their bloodlines carrying powers that have shaped the course of history. Some have abilities that bend the fabric of reality, others shape the elements themselves. There are the Nightshades with their power over death, the Lioras who hold the power of life, and the Veylas, who bend illusion and reality to their will."

Alex listened intently, his fingers still tracing the carved symbols on the desk. His mind was whirring. "And... the Four Pillars?" he asked, the name lingering in his mind.

Avalon gave a small nod. "The Four Pillars are not bound by blood, but by their extraordinary abilities. They are individuals of immense power, capable of things the average person can only dream of. The steele the Techno Dominion, for example, has a mind capable of controlling entire machines. Then there's the Tempest of the Chaos Crucible, who can wield all the elements at once."

Alex's eyes widened, his thoughts swirling. So these people are like me? But... they sound different. He found himself lost in thought, trying to wrap his head around this new, complex world Avalon was describing.

Avalon's voice broke through his musings, calm but direct. "You may have the talent of space and void, Alex. But the others, they carry other gifts, each as powerful in its own way. These bloodlines... they have existed for centuries, long before you and I. And their power is what keeps the world in balance."

A quiet silence hung in the air, the weight of his father's words settling between them.

"But... why haven't I met any of them?" Alex asked, his voice tinged with confusion. "If they're so special, why keep us apart?"

Avalon sighed softly, his expression pensive. "It's complicated, Alex. The Great Families and the Pillars are all bound by their own politics, their own ambitions. It's not so simple as meeting each other. And there are forces... forces outside of these families that could use your power for their own purposes."

Alex absorbed the information, still feeling the strange, silent hum of power inside him.still feeling that's there's more too this Alex knew better than to ask his father.His father had a way of keeping things from him when it mattered most.

Avalon stood up, smoothing his robes. "For now, focus on learning. When the time comes, you'll meet them. The others. But before that... I want you to understand the responsibility that comes with your power."

Alex nodded, feeling a weight settle on his shoulders. Responsibility... the word felt heavy.

"Thank you, Father," Alex said, his voice steady.

Avalon smiled softly, a knowing look in his silver-white eyes. "There's much for you to learn, Alex. And much for you to become."

As Avalon turned to leave, Alex remained seated, his mind turning over his father's words. the great families.... The pillars ... There was so much he still didn't know. But for the first time, he felt like a piece of a larger puzzle was starting to click into place.

He glanced down at the small carved box on the desk, curiosity piqued once again.

But for now, there was time. Time to learn. Time to grow.

And perhaps, time to uncover what lay hidden beneath the surface of his own power. He grined with suppressed excitement of his abilities.