Chpter 10: A New Sun Rises in the Void

Chapter 10: A New Sun Rises in the Void

The moment his father was erased, Lux did not cry.

He stood silent as ash scattered on the wind, the shadows of the past bleeding away with every pulse of divine judgment. House Obsidian—already disgraced, barely clinging to status in the Outer Ring and one of the last Sun elves noble houses was now less than nothing. Even its name had turned to dust.

All that remained was a single boy.

Small, golden-eyed, barefoot.

Lux.

And then—

The world turned crimson.

When Lux opened his eyes, he had left the realm of his birth far behind.

A new dimension unfolded before him.

He stood beneath a sky saturated in deep violet hues, its constellations rearranged into unfamiliar symbols. And above it all blazed the Argent Sun—no longer silver, but a massive purple inferno, its radiance boiling across space like molten amethyst. It was a sun born not of warmth, but pressure. Authority. Will.

Lux inhaled. And nearly choked.

The air was divine—thick with power, burning with potential. Every breath tasted of starlight and iron.

His soul trembled beneath it.

He stepped forward.

Around him, titanic starships hovered in silence—enormous, city-sized war machines engraved with runes of conquest and reinforced with godsteel plating. They resembled floating mountains, each powered by a glowing purple core that pulsed in rhythm with the distant sun.

And ahead… he saw it.

The War Academy.

It wasn't a fortress.

It was a monument to supremacy.

A soaring black citadel stretched thousands of meters high, rising from a foundation of cracked celestial stone and fused divine alloy. Its towers twisted like obsidian fangs, piercing the violet sky. Antennae, spires, and blade-like platforms jutted in every direction. Some floated, some hovered at impossible angles.

Crimson lights flickered between gothic columns. Glowing glyphs slid like liquid across its walls.

Lux felt something ancient watching him.

Something hungry.

"This is the place where wars are born," a deep voice said behind him.

Lux turned.

And saw the man who had brought him here.

A soldier. No—something far more.

He stood nearly three meters tall, his broad frame clad in a uniform of crimson and onyx. His long black coat trailed behind him like a war banner, and his chest was covered in a plate etched with the symbol of the Eternal Empire's spear.

Short silver hair. A jagged scar over his brow. And eyes like twin supernovas—smoldering red and gold.

Even though his aura was contained, Lux's knees buckled under the pressure.

The man gave a faint smile.

"Good. You can resist it."

"Who… are you?" Lux whispered.

"Commander Rhaekar," the man said, his voice like gravel over thunder. "Left hand of the General."

Lux swallowed hard. "Am I… the only one he invited?"

Rhaekar's expression didn't change. "No. But you are the only Outer Ring natives to ever receive it in 100,000 years and the only Sun elf in over a million years."

Lux said nothing. But his eyes burned with silent resolve.

The commander turned and gestured toward the hovering platforms above.

"Come. I'll show you where you'll be staying."

The Dormitory tower was a skyscraper so tall it vanished into the upper clouds, carved of black stone and alloyed crystal. Runes crawled along its base like living scripts. Platforms rose and fell along its sides—transport channels for students, soldiers, and supplies.

As they boarded a levitating lift of pale violet crystal, Lux gazed outward.

Thousands of cultivator-soldiers trained across floating arenas and layered platforms. Some were humanoid, others beastkin, but all of them radiated power. Blades of light clashed against fist and spell. Shrines pulsed with divine scripture. Great bells rang in the distance, signaling another wave of drills.

Everywhere he looked, there was motion, discipline, and hunger.

This was not a school.

It was a war machine.

"Why… why is there a whole floor for me?" Lux finally asked, voice quiet.

Rhaekar grunted. "Every Starchild gets one. It's the minimum standard."

"The minimum?"

"Yes," he said flatly. "You've been blessed with a strong Talent. That makes you noble-blooded in the eyes of the Empire, even if your old house was trash. You've passed the threshold. You'll train here for years… and then, if you survive, you'll be assigned to a star-front."

"Star-front?"

"The real edge of the Eternal Empire," Rhaekar said. "Where the real war never ends. Where gods are still being killed, and new worlds reshaped."

The elevator slowed.

"Many dream of it. Few return."

The doors opened with a hush.

Lux stepped onto his floor.

The ceiling was a dome of black crystal and shifting constellations. The floor was warm underfoot, faintly pulsing with violet script. There were walls of glass overlooking space, though magical shields kept the void out. He could see the purple sun blazing in the distance, flanked by orbiting debris and ships as large as continents.

To the left was a personal training hall, complete with divine resistance fields, drones, combat arenas, and sparring constructs.

To the right, a cultivation chamber—a darkened room with a floating starlight sphere rotating over a lotus platform, surrounded by meditation rings that hovered midair.

Everything hummed with potential.

It was more than a room. It was a temple of growth.

And it was his.

Lux stood at the center, overwhelmed by the silence.

Rhaekar's voice came softer now.

"Everyone here is talented. Many stronger than you. But that won't last."

Lux turned to face him.

"If you're weak, you die. If you're clever, you live longer. If you become something greater… then maybe you'll earn a name that survives this era."

Lux said nothing.

"You have questions. Ask one."

"…What happens if I fail?"

Rhaekar paused.

"You won't. But if you do—your corpse is recycled into a soul-forge and fed to the ships."

Lux blinked.

"Welcome to the War Academy."

Rhaekar left, and the doors sealed behind him.

The silence returned.

But this time, it didn't feel lonely.

Lux walked into the cultivation chamber. The divine energy was overwhelming—so pure and thick it buzzed beneath his skin. He sat on the lotus platform, feeling the flow begin.

His eyes closed.

And in the distance, in the depth of his soul, the Codex of Fate turned a page—silently, unseen, unknowable.

Lux took a long, slow breath.

His new life had finally begun.