Waiting for the tutorial attendees' arrival was an almost physical thing, a heavy cloak draped over my shoulders. Perched on the highest, most secluded lookout of Sylvandell's Rest, I felt like a predator coiled for a strike that might never come. The multi-colored sky of Sector 7-Gamma-Prime bled through a dozen shades of impossible color above, each hue a reminder of this broken, stitched-together reality. Below, distantly, the designated Kyorian Nexus point — a pre-existing, dormant structure of black, alien metal that Imperial propaganda promised was a beacon of safety that was now much grander, approaching more than twice the size of my early exhibitions — sat silent and empty. For days, this had been my vigil. Waiting. Watching.

My [Prime Axiom's Nullifying Veil] was a second skin, erasing my presence from any but the most impossibly powerful senses. Kaelen lay at my feet, a small, warm weight of living shadow, his feathery antennae twitching in a light doze. He, too, was on edge, mirroring my own tightly wound anticipation. Every rustle of the alien foliage, every skittering insect-like creature in the undergrowth, made the muscles in my back tighten.

My thoughts kept circling back to Anna and Grandfather Arthur. I pictured them stepping out of a shimmering portal, confused and disoriented. I ran through the plan a hundred times. I'd observe first, using [True Sight] to identify the arrivals, assess their condition, and check for Kyorian escorts. Jeeves and the others were on standby back in the Sanctum, ready to move on my command. We were prepared for anything — a quiet scouting, a diplomatic approach to their group, or a full-blown extraction if we found Anna and Grandpa and they were under duress. But all that planning, all that readiness, was useless until they actually arrived. The silence stretched on, fraying my nerves thin.

It wasn't a sound at first, but a feeling. A deep, resonant hum that vibrated up through the stone beneath my feet, making my teeth ache. Kaelen shot up, his sleek fur bristling, a low growl rumbling in his chest. My eyes snapped to the Nexus point, my heart hammering against my ribs, expecting the shimmering gateway of a translocation portal to tear open.

Nothing. The Nexus remained inert.

But the hum intensified, growing from a subtle vibration into a tangible pressure in the air. It felt like the moments before a lightning strike, a great and powerful energy gathering itself.

Then, the light. Not at the Nexus. But everywhere.

I flinched back, my hand instinctively going to my weapon hilt. All across the horizon, as far as my eye could see, colossal pillars of pure, white energy punched down from the bruised sky. They were silent, magnificent, and utterly terrifying. They descended without sound or fury, spearing the landscape like the judgment of a god, each one miles apart from the next. They weren't focused beams of destruction; they felt… constructive. Staid. Like cosmic signposts being driven into the fabric of reality.

My breath hitched. My mind, supercharged by my high Spirit attribute and the constant state of alert, raced to process what I was seeing. This wasn't a Kyorian arrival. The Empire, from what Elder Valerius had told me and what I'd intuited, was all about control, order, and funneling people to where they wanted them. This... this was chaotic. Widespread. Unfocused.

"[True Sight]," I whispered, and the world dissolved into a tapestry of raw energy.

The pillars of light were overwhelming, roaring infernos of pure, untainted Essence. It was translocation energy, but on a scale that dwarfed any portal I had ever witnessed. Inside each pillar, I could vaguely perceive countless smaller signatures — individual souls, pouring down from on high like grains of sand in a torrent. The graduates. They were here. But they weren't being neatly deposited at the Kyorian's doorstep. They were being scattered across the entire sector.

The pillar closest to my position was still a colossal distance away. Judging by the terrain — a mixture of dense, crimson-leafed forest, treacherous canyons, and swampy lowlands — it would be a week's journey on foot, maybe more. I pushed my [True Sight] to its limits, trying to get a clearer picture, but the raw power of the beam shrouded the details in a blinding white glare.

And then, a new presence flooded my mind. It wasn't a whisper like my Anima comms, nor a hostile psionic intrusion. It was vast, impersonal, and utterly undeniable. A voice that wasn't a voice, speaking directly to every thinking being in the sector. The voice of the Prime System itself.

[SYSTEM-WIDE BROADCAST TO ALL NEWLY INTEGRATED INDIVIDUALS OF SECTOR 7-GAMMA-PRIME.]

The words bloomed in my consciousness, etched in the same clinical blue text as my own interface, but carrying the weight of a fundamental cosmic law.

[WELCOME. YOUR PRIMARY ACCLIMATION IS COMPLETE. YOU ARE NOW INTEGRATED. THIS UNIVERSE IS VAST AND FRAUGHT WITH PERIL, BUT ALSO WITH OPPORTUNITY. TO FACILITATE YOUR INITIAL SURVIVAL, THE PRIME SYSTEM HAS ESTABLISHED BASIC SETTLEMENTS AT EACH ARRIVAL POINT. THESE SANCTIONED ZONES CONTAIN RUDIMENTARY SHELTER, INITIAL RESOURCE CACHES, AND A TEMPORARY AMBIENT SUPPRESSION FIELD TO DETER THE MOST AGGRESSIVE LOCAL FAUNA. USE THESE AS A FOOTHOLD. GROW. ADAPT. SURVIVE. YOUR PATH IS NOW YOUR OWN.]

I stood there, stunned into absolute stillness. The implications of that message hit me like a physical blow. Your path is now your own.

The Prime System, the cold, impartial engine of this entire reality, had directly intervened. It had bypassed the Kyorian indoctrination, subverted their plan to funnel all new arrivals directly into their embrace, and instead given every last graduate a choice. It had provided a neutral starting ground, a non-Imperial haven, however rudimentary. It was a lifeline. A head start. And a monumental wrench in the Kyorian's meticulously crafted machine of subjugation.

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A wave of relief so powerful it made my knees weak washed over me. Anna… if she was here, she wasn't currently being herded like cattle towards an Imperial processing center. She had a chance. They all did.

My first instinct was to rush, to use the comms relay and summon the team. "Jeeves, Rexxar, Leoric, suit up! Mark II, prepare for deployment! We're moving out!" The thought was so immediate, so visceral. Charge towards the nearest pillar of light and secure it. Find Anna.

But as the image of my team assembling filled my mind, a cold dose of logic quenched the fire. Rexxar would love it, a glorious march to save the newcomers. But what would they see? A seven-foot-tall roaring lion-man, a nine-foot titan of black obsidian and crackling lightning, an impeccably formal but unnervingly deadly shadow-clad butler, and me, a figure who could, if pressed, cloak himself in soul-scorching fire.

We wouldn't look like saviors. We'd look like another monster in a world already full of them. We'd just look like the new local warlords.

If Anna was there, fresh from a year in a Kyorian hell designed to breed paranoia and mistrust, what would she do when she saw a force like mine descending on her position? She wouldn't run into my arms. She would hide. She would run. She might even fight. The same went for any other survivors. We would bring fear, not hope.

No. A show of force was the absolute worst move I could make right now. This required subtlety. Information. Reconnaissance. This was a mission for a ghost, not a legion.

With my decision solidifying, I opened the comms relay, my mental voice calm and clear. "Jeeves. The situation has changed. Get Rexxar, Leoric, and Reyna Sunwood to the central hub. I'm coming back."

Jeeves' reply was instant. "Acknowledged, Master. They will be waiting."

Taking Kaelen in my arms, I used [Shadow-Weave Stride], melting into the familiar, cool embrace of the Sanctum's translocation matrix. I materialized in the central hub of [The Veiled Path] moments later. Rexxar was there, practically vibrating with pent-up energy, his massive claymore resting on his shoulder. Leoric stood beside him, spectacles perched on his nose, a look of intense curiosity on his face. Reyna, her face as stern as ever in the torchlight, gave me a sharp, questioning look, her hand resting on the hilt of her elven shortsword. Jeeves was a silent pillar of calm readiness at their side.

Quickly, I recounted everything I had seen. The scattered pillars of light, the System-wide broadcast, my assessment of the situation.

As I finished, Rexxar slammed a fist into his palm with a resounding crack. "Excellent! A scattered foe is a foe easily conquered! We shall march to this nearest point, Master, and rally these newcomers under your glorious banner! A display of our might will surely win their loyalty!"

"No, Rexxar," I said firmly, meeting his enthusiastic golden eyes. "You're wrong. That's exactly what we can't do."

I explained my reasoning, about the fear we would inspire, the paranoia it would breed. I watched Reyna's severe expression soften slightly with understanding. She, of all people, knew how a frightened, scattered people would react to an unknown, overwhelming power. Leoric nodded slowly, his analytical mind processing the logic. Even Rexxar, after a moment of leonine frowning, seemed to grasp the core of it.

"Hmmph. To win a battle without a single glorious war cry…" he grumbled, though without any real heat. "A strange tactic. But a cunning one, Master. I concede the point."

"Reyna," I said, turning to the elven commander. "I need you and a small squad of your best Whisperwind Seekers to remain here. Keep watch over this area. Use the outpost as your base. I want you to monitor the movements of anyone who might eventually wander from the closer settlements, but do not engage. Observe only. Report to Jeeves if you see anything… unusual. Especially anything with a Kyorian feel to it."

She gave a curt, respectful nod. "We will be your eyes, Eren Kai. None shall pass this valley unnoticed."

"Jeeves, you are in command of the Sanctum. Continue coordinating with the elves and oversee the training rotations. Leoric, focus on innovation but also keep up the production. We're going to have to prepare for potential newcomers, perhaps future allies, and they will probably need decent gear. Rexxar, you and the Sentinel are the last line of defense. Make sure this place stays safe."

"It will be my glorious honor, Master!" Rexxar boomed.

"My forges will not rest," Leoric added quietly, his eyes already gleaming with thoughts of new alloys and rune patterns.

A strange sense of pride and reassurance filled me. This was my team. My… pride, as Leoric and Rexxar's arrival had proven. A collection of eccentrics, perhaps, but they were loyal, powerful, and competent.

"I'm going to the nearest settlement," I said, the finality of it settling in the air. "Alone."

Kaelen, who I had set down, immediately nudged my hand and gave a determined chuff, his starlight markings flaring.

I smiled, scratching him behind the ears. "It's alright buddy. It's a reconnaissance mission. I need to get the lay of the land, see what kind of state these people are in. I need to look for Anna and my grandfather without causing a panic."

I stripped off my crude [Artisan-Crafted Confluence Plate] and donned a simpler, dark leather tunic and breeches that Leoric had crafted — light, durable, and most importantly, unassuming. I packed a small satchel with essentials: dried rations, a waterskin, a few of Leoric's advanced healing salves for emergencies where my new skill wouldn't suffice, and a data-slate for notes. This wasn't a journey for a warrior; it was for a scout. A simple struggling survivor. Something I hadn't been in a long time.

As I stood before the Sanctum's veiled exit, ready to depart, I gave one last look back at my team. They were the heart of my power, my sanctuary in this hostile universe. Leaving them behind felt wrong, but I knew it was right. This was a search I had to make myself.

I stepped through the shimmering veil of the Sanctum and out into the chaotic wilderness of 7-Gamma-Prime. The week-long trek ahead was daunting, filled with unknown dangers. But for the first time in a long time, the ache in my chest was mingled with a fragile, burning sliver of true hope. I wasn't just waiting anymore. I was moving toward them.

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