TRAINING DAY 3 TO 5

----------- Day 3 ------------

The sun had barely risen when Arslan entered the Mythic Training Ground. The morning air was sharp, cool against his skin, but his focus was unshaken. Today was different. Today, Kar'Thael would teach him something that required more than energy—it demanded control, timing, and precision.

> "Ready, vessel?" Kar'Thael's voice echoed inside him.

Arslan closed his eyes for a moment, gathering the darkness within him. "Let's begin."

> "This is your third technique," Kar'Thael said. "A combination skill which we call " 1st C". You will link Dark Bow, Shadow Blades, and the Black Halo, all while keeping up with physical movement. You must attack while moving—fluidly, without pause."

Kar'Thael's tone sharpened.

> "No standing still like a statue. You will run, twist, strike, leap—and use energy like breath."

Arslan took a deep breath. He sprinted across the training ground, forming the Dark Bow mid-run. With expert precision, he shot an arrow of condensed energy into a distant target. Without pausing, he summoned Shadow Blades, spinning them in a spiral around him as he rolled forward, rising smoothly to his feet.

> "Now activate the Halo!" Kar'Thael barked.

A ripple of black mist burst from Arslan's chest. The Black Halo formed in a ring around him as he kept moving, like a storm of shadow spinning with his every step.

His body burned. The drain from the halo made it harder to breathe, but he pushed through. The blades sliced the air, the bow struck targets, and the Halo pulsed like a black heart.

When it was over, Arslan dropped to one knee, panting. Kar'Thael was silent for a while, then spoke:

> "Good. It wasn't perfect, but... you did not fall apart."

After training, Arslan wiped the sweat from his face, grabbed his cloak, and quietly walked back to the Mythic Base.

Near the entrance, Nirela spotted him. "Arslan, can I ask—"

But Arslan walked past her without looking.

"I… I was just…" she whispered.

He said nothing, entering his room and closing the door behind him.

Inside, Kar'Thael whispered with a chuckle,

> "You're Doing wrong . You should talk her"

Arslan said nothing as he lay down on the bed pretend to be Tired of Training.....

-----------Day 4-------------

The early morning light spilled across the Mythic Training Grounds, painting long shadows over the field. Arslan stood alone once again, his eyes calm, but a storm of power quietly stirred beneath the surface.

> "You've done well," Kar'Thael said from within, his tone almost... approving. "But today, we go further."

Arslan gave a slight nod. "What's next?"

> "The fourth technique: Recoil Spiral," Kar'Thael explained. "It's a counter technique. When you're attacked, your body must automatically spiral the incoming energy around you, and then release it back with double impact. But it requires absolute balance and perfect control over your center."

Arslan raised a brow. "Sounds like a dance."

> "A deadly one," Kar'Thael smirked inside. "Let's begin."

The training was brutal.

Arslan had to let energy attacks hit him—just enough to test his defense—but before they could damage him, he had to redirect that force into a vortex of shadow and send it back.

His first few attempts failed. The blast staggered him. His body stumbled out of position. He coughed, cursed, and sweat poured down his back.

But he never stopped.

Over hours, the spiral began to form—dark threads of energy curved around his body like a storm funnel. When a training dummy launched an enchanted projectile, Arslan spun with it, caught it within the spiral—and then snapped back with a pulse that shattered the dummy completely.

Kar'Thael chuckled.

> "Now that is the rhythm of survival."

By late afternoon, Arslan was drained. The sun had dipped slightly, and the courtyard was quiet as he wiped his face and walked toward the base.

But as he stepped into the stone path under the shade of the courtyard trees, Nirela stepped in front of him.

"Arslan, wait."

He paused, brows furrowed. "What is it?"

"Why are you acting like this?" Nirela asked, her voice soft but firm. "You're distant. Cold. You avoid everyone. You even ignored me yesterday."

Before Arslan could speak, three more Mythic members arrived—Vaelith, Yuna, and Tharion. They had been nearby and had heard the conversation.

"Arslan," said Vaelith, "you're one of us now. You don't have to train like a lone warrior all the time."

Yuna added, "We're teammates. We're supposed to grow together. You don't have to carry everything alone."

Tharion nodded. "Even the strongest walls need something to lean on."

Arslan stood quietly for a moment, his expression unreadable.

Then, without emotion, he replied, "I like to train alone. That's where I find peace."

He turned toward the path again, but then stopped, glanced back slightly and added, "I've never denied being your teammate. When you truly need me… I'll be there."

Without another word, he walked off, cloak fluttering behind him, and entered the base.

Inside his room, he closed the door and leaned his head against it. Kar'Thael's voice surfaced again, low and amused.

> "Tch. So dramatic, aren't we? But I must say, vessel... even I didn't expect you to say it so well."

Arslan gave a faint smirk. "They don't need to know everything. Not yet."

> "Not yet," Kar'Thael agreed. "But soon... they will."

-----------Day 5----------

The sky was still a shade of early blue when Arslan walked silently across the training ground. Dew clung to the edges of the grass, and the morning was quiet—except for the steady hum of energy inside his chest.

> "Today," Kar'Thael began, "we forge a different kind of power. A step beyond offense or defense. This one—is deception."

Arslan tilted his head slightly. "You mean illusion?"

> "Not illusion," Kar'Thael said, his voice carrying an edge of pride. "This is Phantom Rift—a movement so fast and layered in dark energy that your body temporarily leaves behind shadows. Shadows that mimic your presence, confuse your enemies, and fracture reality for a few seconds."

Arslan raised a brow. "You mean… like I split into copies?"

> "Not exactly. The Rift is a burst. A ripple of versions of you—but only one is real. You control the path. And if timed with your blades or bow, you can strike from different directions at once."

He cracked his knuckles and exhaled. "Let's do it."

The first attempts were chaotic. Arslan dashed forward, releasing dark energy in bursts, but the shadows only sputtered behind him, flickering uselessly.

"Focus the direction of your intent," Kar'Thael instructed from within. "Speed is nothing without precision."

Hours passed. He moved again—this time faster, weaving between dummies placed in different directions. As he flipped mid-air and released a shadow arrow, two phantoms mirrored his motion—one going left, one going right.

The arrow struck center. The dummies on the sides burst apart as if hit by blades.

It worked.

Arslan landed softly, his cloak swaying as the dark phantoms faded.

> "Perfect," Kar'Thael whispered. "We now wield deception." "But still you have to take too much time on that "

Arslan tried it For more than 100 times... He tried it harder.... After 8 hours continuous training finally he succeed to take full control on Phantom Rift.....

Today Arslan is to much tired .... So he wants to get back to room for sleep...

The sky turned amber as the sun dipped below Lumisgrave's towering cliffs. At the long dinner table beneath hanging crystal lanterns, the Mythic-ranked members sat laughing, passing trays of food and drinks, their eyes tired but glowing with camaraderie.

Arslan approached quietly. Nirela noticed first.

He wore a calm expression, and for once, didn't walk past them.

"Arslan," Yuna smiled, surprised. "You're joining us?"

He nodded. "I figured it's time."

"Finally," Ravik chuckled. "We were beginning to think you fed off shadows instead of food."

Arslan gave a faint smile and sat down between Vaelith and Nirela. Plates were passed around, bowls filled, laughter grew.

Throughout the meal, Arslan didn't say much—but he listened. He watched. He laughed once or twice at Seris's sharp jokes, nodded thoughtfully when Malrik mentioned his rune experiments, and even exchanged a few words with Tarric about sparring styles.

Kar'Thael watched from within, amused.

> "Oh? So now we're making friends?"

Arslan responded in his mind, They can't suspect anything. Blending in is part of survival.

> "Hmm," Kar'Thael teased, You almost looked like you enjoyed that one laugh with the blood-girl.

Arslan rolled his eyes mentally. It was the food, not the company.

> "Liar," Kar'Thael grinned.

As the dinner wound down, Nirela leaned slightly closer to Arslan.

"You seem different tonight," she said quietly.

"I'm just tired," Arslan replied, eyes not meeting hers.

"Still," she added softly, "It's nice. Seeing you here."

He didn't respond directly. Instead, he stood up, gave a short nod to the group, and said, "Good night."

He left the table and walked back toward his room.

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Back in His Room

Inside, Arslan dropped onto the bed. His mind was buzzing—not from the training, but from the mix of voices, laughter, and concern he'd felt during dinner.

Kar'Thael was silent for a moment, then finally spoke.

> "You blend well, Arslan. Like a shadow cast in daylight."

"I told you," Arslan whispered. "They'll never know."

"Perhaps," Kar'Thael replied. "But remember, even the best actors sometimes forget who they really are."

Arslan said softly " For our families,I will done everything".

Now Arslan is able to use 5 Techniques other than his weapons

1. Shadow Merge: Tier 1

2. Black Halo

3. 1st C

4. Recoil Spiral

5. Phantom Rift...