The echo of the breakthrough faded, leaving a profound and absolute silence in its wake. Ren sat in the center of his room, the feeling of his new power a deep, humming river flowing through his veins. He was an Aether Apprentice.
"The first step is taken," Zephyrion's voice was a low hum of satisfaction. "You have might. Now you must learn to wield it. This 'Thunder's Needle' is but the first sentence in the vast library of Raijin arts."
Before the spirit could continue, Ren felt a presence outside his door. It was not a student. It was the immense, familiar pressure of Elder Tian, his arrival swift and silent. There had been no alarm, no campus-wide alert. The Elder, with his profound connection to the Aether, had personally felt the massive energy vacuum created by Ren's self-inflicted tribulation.
Ren opened the door. The old man stood there, his face not angry, but etched with a deep, weary gravity. He stepped inside, his gaze taking in the residual ozone and the undeniable, stable power now radiating from Ren.
"Rank 11," the Elder stated, his voice quiet. "In a single night." He looked at Ren, and there was no demand for an explanation, only a tired acknowledgment of an inevitable truth. "The lie is over. There is no narrative that can explain this away. I have spent my life playing a patient game, Ren. You, with your terrifying talent, have just thrown the board into the fire."
He paced the small room. "I can no longer hide you. My political maneuvering can only shield a talented student, not a living miracle that breaks every known law of cultivation. To hide you now would be to make us both targets of a GAMA-wide investigation."
He stopped, a new, decisive strategy already forming in his eyes. "If we can no longer hide your power, then we will legitimize it. We will give it a rank and a purpose so clear that no one dares question it, lest they question the authority of the High Council itself."
"The GAMA charter allows for the accelerated promotion of initiates who display 'overwhelming prowess in the face of existential threats'," the Elder stated. "Your stand against the Void-Tainter is our justification. I will personally authorize your promotion and your first official mission as an Apprentice."
"A C-Rank Rift has been stabilized in the northern territories," he continued. "A 'Rift Core' is forming within it, a dangerous catalyst that must be destroyed. I am assigning a specialist squad to the task."
The Elder's gaze hardened. "You will be on that squad. Your squad leader will be Captain Eva Rostova, one of my most trusted former disciples. She is a veteran Aether Apprentice of Rank 18, and she will be your commanding officer. Your mission is to be her weapon. You will follow her commands. You will learn to work within a team. You will demonstrate that your impossible power can, in fact, be controlled."
He paused, a flicker of cunning in his eyes. "The squad requires a specialist to provide real-time analysis of the Rift's unique conceptual energies. Due to her insightful, if incomplete, analysis of the simulation failure, and at my strong recommendation, that specialist will be Anya Volkov. She has been granted provisional Apprentice-level clearance for this mission only."
The trap was elegant and inescapable. He was giving Ren rank and legitimacy. But he was also placing him in a new, more rigid cage—a formal GAMA military squad, led by one of his loyalists, and watched by the one person who knew his power was a lie. Anya was not Ren's leader, but in many ways, she was his warden.
"This is your new path, Ren," the Elder concluded. "You will no longer be a ghost. You will be a GAMA-sanctioned weapon, under GAMA command. The mission briefing is at dawn. Your new life begins now."