The Test of Power
Hex stood several paces away, her silver eyes glowing faintly in the moonlight. She had shown Vale how to feel the ley lines, how to harness their energy.
Now, he would learn to fight with them.
"Remember, Vale," her voice was calm, precise, unwavering. "The power you feel—it is not a weapon to wield. It is an extension of yourself."
Vale closed his eyes, feeling the pulse of the ley lines beneath his feet. The sigil etched into his skin began to glow, responding to his breath, syncing with the rhythm of his body. The universe was listening.
And then, the enemy arrived.
A Kran soldier in full combat armor stepped into the ruins, his plasma rifle raised. His red visor glowed in the darkness.
Hex's voice was steady. "You know what to do."
Vale didn't hesitate.
The Dance of Sigils and Steel
The Kran raised his weapon. Vale was already moving.
The moment his feet touched the ground, the ley lines surged through him. His body became **weightless, fluid—**a force of nature moving with the current of the universe.
The Kran fired. Vale twisted his body mid-air, the plasma bolt grazing harmlessly past his shoulder. His hand flicked forward, tracing a sigil in the air.
A glowing barrier of pure energy snapped into existence before him. The next plasma shot struck the sigil and dispersed like mist in the wind.
This was different. This was no longer just speed or reflexes. This was control.
Vale lunged. The air shattered as his fist connected with the Kran's chest—a perfect strike, amplified by the ley lines.
A burst of psionic force erupted, sending the Kran hurtling backward. His armor cracked from the sheer impact.
The soldier barely had time to react before Vale closed the distance again. His strikes became a blur—each punch reinforced by energy, moving faster than the Kran's reflexes could track.
The sigils burned brightly around him, his very presence warping the battlefield. The ground beneath his feet cracked from the sheer force of his movements. The ruins themselves trembled.
The Kran staggered, attempting to raise his weapon again.
Vale didn't let him.
With a final, devastating blow, Vale drove his fist into the Kran's chest, unleashing a shockwave of pure psionic force. The Kran flew backward, crashing into the canyon wall. His body slumped to the ground—defeated.
Mastery Forged in Battle
Vale stood at the center of the destruction, his breath steady, his heart pounding. The sigil on his hand pulsed, matching the energy now flowing freely through him.
He wasn't just using mysticism anymore.
He had become it.
Hex stepped forward, her eyes filled with something close to pride. "You've fused your martial mastery with the sigils, Vale. Your body has become the weapon."
Vale's silver eyes still glowed. The energy was inside him now. He could feel it, coiled like a living force, waiting to be unleashed.
"This is only the beginning," he murmured. "The Xel'Thir… they won't be prepared for what's coming."
Hex smirked. "No. They won't."
For the first time, Vale knew.
He wasn't just a soldier anymore.
He was something far greater.