Chapter 21: The Whisper of Secrets
The academy gates loomed before the MC as he trudged back from the forest, his steps slow and deliberate. His body was battered, his mind spinning with the chaos of the night's events. The weight of the carved box in his satchel felt heavier than it should have been, its ancient energy pulsating faintly against his side.
The streets leading to the academy were eerily quiet. The faint glow of streetlamps cast long shadows across the cobblestones, their light dimmed by the mist rolling in from the distant mountains. It was as if the world itself was holding its breath, waiting for the next chapter of his journey to unfold.
"What's in this box?" he wondered for the hundredth time. The relic seemed alive, its energy both alluring and intimidating. Even the Tebu system had been unable to analyze it fully—a fact that unsettled him more than he cared to admit.
Host's mental fatigue detected. Rest is recommended to optimize performance.
The MC let out a dry laugh.
"Rest? When was the last time I even had that luxury?"
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A Disturbance in the Air
As he passed through the academy gates, the familiar sight of towering spires and sprawling courtyards greeted him. The grand architecture of the academy stood as a testament to centuries of history and knowledge, yet tonight, it felt cold and foreboding.
The MC's senses were on high alert. Something was wrong. The usual hum of activity—students milling about, the distant clatter of practice weapons, the soft murmur of conversation—was absent. Instead, an oppressive silence hung over the campus, broken only by the faint rustle of leaves in the night breeze.
"Where is everyone?"
His instincts flared as he noticed a faint trail of glowing footprints on the ground, barely visible against the stone path. The prints pulsed with a familiar energy—the same as the hooded figure in the forest.
"They were here," he muttered, his jaw tightening.
The trail led toward the academy's central tower, the heart of its archives and forbidden knowledge.
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The Forbidden Tower
The central tower was an imposing structure, its dark stone walls etched with runes that shimmered faintly in the moonlight. It was said to house secrets that could change the course of history—secrets guarded fiercely by the academy's elders.
The MC hesitated at the base of the tower. He knew the risks of entering uninvited. The wards protecting the archives were among the most advanced in the kingdom, designed to repel intruders and alert the elders to any unauthorized activity.
But the glowing footprints were a beacon, drawing him forward. He couldn't ignore them—not after everything that had happened.
"Tebu system, scan the wards."
Scanning... Wards detected: Level 5 Arcane Barriers. Weak point identified at northern entrance.
The MC circled the tower, his heart pounding. Sure enough, the northern entrance showed signs of tampering. The wards flickered weakly, their glow dimmed by whatever force had breached them.
"Whoever they are, they're not amateurs," he thought grimly.
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The Hidden Archives
Inside, the air was heavy with the scent of aged parchment and magic. Shelves lined the walls, filled with ancient tomes and scrolls. The MC moved cautiously, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of movement.
The glowing footprints led deeper into the archives, disappearing at the base of a massive iron door engraved with intricate runes. The door pulsed with energy, its magic ancient and unyielding.
"Tebu system, can you unlock this?"
Negative. The magic predates this system's knowledge base.
The MC frowned, frustration bubbling to the surface. He placed his hand on the door, feeling its cold surface beneath his fingers. To his surprise, the runes reacted to his touch, flaring to life with a blinding light.
A voice echoed in his mind—a whisper, faint yet insistent.
"The truth lies within. Are you prepared to face it?"
The MC hesitated. Every instinct told him to turn back, to leave the relic and the mysteries behind. But he couldn't. Not when the hooded figure's words still haunted him. Not when his sister's safety depended on his strength.
"I'm ready," he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside.
The door groaned as it swung open, revealing a chamber bathed in a soft, otherworldly glow.
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A Relic's Revelation
At the center of the chamber stood a pedestal, and atop it rested a second relic—a crystal sphere that seemed to pulse in time with the box in the MC's satchel. The two artifacts resonated, their energies intertwining in a symphony of light and shadow.
"What is this place?" the MC whispered, stepping closer.
The Tebu system chimed.
Relic identified: The Eye of Origin. Function: Unknown.
The MC reached out, his hand trembling as he touched the crystal sphere. Images flooded his mind—visions of battles fought long ago, of kingdoms rising and falling, of creatures both majestic and terrifying.
And then, a voice.
"You are the chosen bearer of Tebu. The fate of this world rests in your hands. But beware—the path ahead is treacherous, and betrayal lurks in every shadow."
The vision ended as abruptly as it had begun, leaving the MC gasping for breath. The crystal sphere had vanished, its energy absorbed into his body.
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The Elders' Arrival
The sound of hurried footsteps snapped the MC back to reality. He turned to see a group of robed figures entering the chamber—the academy's elders, their expressions a mix of shock and fury.
"What have you done?" one of them demanded, his voice echoing through the chamber.
The MC didn't respond. He knew there was no point in explaining. Whatever had just happened, it was beyond their understanding—and perhaps even his own.
"Seize him!" another elder commanded.
The MC's mind raced. He couldn't afford to be captured, not now. Summoning his creature, he prepared for a fight, his eyes meeting the elders' with unwavering determination.
"If you want me, you'll have to catch me first."
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The Escape
The MC's creature roared, creating a diversion as he dashed toward the chamber's exit. The elders' spells crackled through the air, narrowly missing him as he weaved through the corridors.
He could feel the relic's energy coursing through him, its power both exhilarating and terrifying. He didn't fully understand what had just happened, but one thing was clear: the stakes had just been raised.
As he burst through the tower's doors and into the night, the MC knew he was no longer just a student hiding in the shadows. He was a key player in a game far larger than he'd ever imagined.
The whispers of secrets had become a deafening roar, and there was no turning back now.