Chapter 10: The Inheritance of Stars

After a long silence, Lucas's eyes fell on the final artifact inside the box.

It was an orb—unlike anything he had ever seen. As blue as the night sky glittering with stars, yet as black and deep as the abyss itself. A strange, beautiful contradiction.

He reached for it slowly. The moment his fingers brushed its surface, a faint hum stirred in his soul. It was cool to the touch, yet weightless—as if it wasn't made of matter, but of starlight and shadow.

His hand trembled slightly as he picked up the folded letter beside it.

The handwriting was familiar. His grandfather's.

"This is the Eclipsing Soul Orb—the very item that brought endless trouble into my life. The reason blades were turned on me by those I once trusted more than my own blood. Brothers. Disciples. All revealed their true colors the moment this treasure entered my hands."

"This soul artifact is beyond rare. It has the power to enhance one's soul energy to unimaginable heights. Even more terrifying—it passively absorbs the ambient energy you cultivate, circulating it within your body without conscious effort. With it, you will be cultivating every second you breathe."

"And perhaps its greatest gift—comprehension. Your understanding of techniques, your grasp of concepts and paths, will soar beyond the realm of normal talent. With this orb, the barriers others struggle against will part for you like mist."

Lucas's fingers tightened around the letter.

Fascination lit his eyes. Awe slowly crept into his expression. But beneath it all, a storm brewed in his heart.

His grandfather hadn't just prepared him for the future—he had given him a weapon that could defy the heavens. A legacy bought with betrayal… and perhaps far more.

The realization struck him like thunder.

His grandfather had walked through hell… so Lucas could walk toward destiny.

A sharp breath left his lungs, and for the first time in years, tears welled in his eyes. Silent. Heavy. Real.

But then, a memory surfaced—a voice carved into his bones.

"A man should never let sorrow break his spirit. Let your tears fall within, not without. Stand tall, march forward, and burn your name into the world. That is how dreams are won."

Lucas wiped his eyes.

No more hesitation. No more doubt.

He would not just carry his grandfather's legacy—he would honor it. With fire in his veins and purpose in his soul, he was ready to fight. To rise. And to carve his own legend into the heavens.