Chapter 5: Whispers of the Forbidden

The preparation chamber felt smaller, the air heavier. Aetheron's mind churned with Selene's words.

You revealed yourself.

He had known it the moment he felt the Void Dominion settle into his body. It wasn't just a power—it was a statement. One that could either elevate him to greatness or send him to an early grave.

Selene's presence complicated things. Her ability, Timeweaving, was something out of legends. Time itself was a force feared even by kings and scholars. And yet, here she stood, revealing her secret like a whispered challenge.

"You're awfully quick to trust me," Aetheron finally said, his voice measured.

Selene smirked, arms still crossed. "Trust? That's a strong word. But I see value in what you can do."

"Devouring other people's powers?"

"More than that," she corrected, stepping closer. "You don't just take abilities. You assimilate them. I saw it the moment you absorbed Xeran's Void Dominion. It didn't just attach itself to you—it adapted, reshaped, like it was always meant to be yours. That's not normal."

Aetheron remained silent, letting her words settle.

"You're not just someone with the Devourer ability," Selene continued. "You're something new. Something the world hasn't seen before."

Aetheron met her gaze. "And you think that makes me useful to you?"

"I think it makes you dangerous," she admitted. "Which is why I'd rather be at your side than against you."

Aetheron chuckled, shaking his head. "You're not the first to approach me because of my power."

"Maybe," she said, tilting her head. "But I might be the first to understand it."

Aetheron's expression hardened. He could tell Selene wasn't just someone looking for protection. She had a purpose. A reason she had come to this tournament. And just like him, she was hiding something.

Still, allies were a rarity in his world. Especially those with powers like hers.

"You want to work together?" he asked.

"For now," Selene replied, extending a hand. "Until our interests no longer align."

Aetheron clasped her hand, his grip firm.

"For now."

Aetheron's Evolution

As Selene withdrew her hand, Aetheron let his focus shift inward. He had only moments before his next battle, but that was enough time to understand.

The Void Dominion still pulsed inside him, but something had changed. When Xeran wielded it, it was raw, uncontrollable—a force that erased anything it touched.

But for Aetheron? It felt… obedient.

He reached out with his will, testing its nature. Instead of letting it consume mindlessly, he imagined control. He shaped it, molded it—and the darkness responded.

Thin tendrils of void energy curled around his fingers. Unlike before, they didn't simply seek to destroy. They waited for his command.

Aetheron smirked. Yes.

The Devourer ability wasn't just about taking power.

It was about mastering it.

The Tournament Resumes

A loud knock echoed against the chamber door.

Aetheron and Selene turned as a tournament official entered, his posture rigid.

"Round Two begins in ten minutes," he announced. His gaze lingered on Aetheron for a second too long before he continued. "You will be in the first match."

Aetheron nodded, noting the subtle tension in the official's stance. They were already wary of him.

Selene chuckled as the official left. "Looks like they're watching you closely now."

"Let them," Aetheron said. "They should be."

Selene gave him an approving glance. "Any idea how you're going to fight next?"

Aetheron flexed his fingers, letting the Void Dominion swirl briefly before dispersing. "I have a few ideas."

Selene smirked. "Then let's hope your next opponent is worth stealing from."

Aetheron exhaled, rolling his shoulders.

The world now knew his power.

It was time to prove they had every reason to fear it.