The private conversation I'd requested with Lucas took place late that night in the familiar, cramped confines of his office. The flickering lamplight cast long, dancing shadows, a silent, trusted witness to the secrets that had been shared within these four walls. The scent of old parchment, oiled leather, and tired leadership clung to the air. I didn't waste time with pleasantries. I laid out the truth, or at least, a carefully sculpted version of it. I told him of a Latent Sanctum, a place of immense, hidden power, left dormant and guardian-less. I explained the 'Veiling of Confluence', the Prime System's ten-year protection for new worlds, a cosmic safeguard that made such a prize accessible only to natives. And then, I made him the offer.

"It's a fortress, Lucas," I explained, my voice low and earnest. "A hidden base, a source of power that the Kyorians can never touch. A self-sustaining wellspring of resources and a perfect sanctuary. It's too great a prize to leave unclaimed, and it's a tool that belongs in Bastion's hands. It belongs in your hands."

He stared at me, his face a mask of profound, unadulterated shock. The concept was so far beyond his reality that he struggled to even process it. He had come to terms with my own 'relic', [The Veiled Path] and its strange, powerful Anima, but that had been presented as a passive discovery. This was something else entirely. This was a direct, active choice, a key to a kingdom he never knew existed. "Jack… I… how? How is this even possible?" he finally managed, his voice a hoarse whisper.

"We make it possible," I said simply. Then, I offered him the truest, most valuable thing I could: a piece of myself. The final wall between us. "And in private, when we're behind closed doors… my name is Eren. Not Jack. It's time you knew."

The single word, my real name, hung in the air between us, a weight heavier than any artifact. It was a bridge of trust, a quiet acknowledgment that what we were doing had grown far beyond a simple alliance. A flicker of deep, profound understanding passed through his eyes. He saw the gesture for what it was — a monumental risk, a gesture of absolute faith that placed my very existence in his hands. He straightened in his chair, the leader taking the weight of a new, unimaginable responsibility. He nodded, once, a solemn acceptance of both the gift and the burden. "Eren," he said, the name feeling strange and new in the familiar room. "What do we do?"

The two months that followed were a whirlwind of clandestine activity and explosive growth. Guiding Lucas to claim his own Sanctum was a surreal experience. We traveled back into the Whispering Grasslands, his new Tier 3 Epic shield strapped to his back. At my direction, he placed his hand on a seemingly ordinary standing stone and channeled his will. The world rippled. The chaotic, endless chiming of the grass suddenly harmonized into a single, beautiful, resonant chord that seemed to hang in the air for an eternity. A doorway of shimmering green and silver light opened before him, revealing not a cave, but a tranquil glade bathed in perpetual twilight.

He stepped through, and 'The Chime-Grass Weald' was born. Compared to my Level 4 'Veiled Path', it was primitive — a single, large chamber with earthen walls, a soft, mossy floor, and a simple, glowing Nexus Core at its center. But it was his. He spent a full month quietly developing it, fostering a sense of ownership, using basic expansion protocols I had Leoric and Jeeves prepare.

After that first month of development, I 'guided' him to the discovery of his Sanctum's dungeon. It manifested as a dark, gaping cave mouth in one of the earthen walls, shimmering with a faint, purple light. A weekly reset dungeon, a recurring source of resources and experience. This was the final, critical piece. With this incredible new asset, Lucas brought in two others: Silas and Eliza.

The meeting where he revealed the Sanctum was one of the most tense moments of my time in Bastion. I was there as Eren, my real face seen by them for the first time. They stood in the quiet green light of the Chime-Grass Weald, their expressions a mix of disbelief, betrayal, and awe. I laid it all bare — not the full truth of my history, but the reality of my power and my purpose.

For a long, silent moment, the future of our entire operation hung in the balance. There was a profound, human shock in their eyes, the vertigo of discovering the quiet, weary healer they knew was in fact a being of incomprehensible power. It could have broken them, shattered their trust. But this was the crucible of the Confluence. Hiding one's hand, operating from the shadows — these were not just strategies, they were the fundamental laws of survival.

Silas was the first to nod, his expression grim. "In the gutters of Old Varrick, the man who showed you his whole knife was always the first to get stabbed in the back," he'd said, his logic simple and irrefutable. Eliza, after a long, searching look at me, a look that tried to reconcile the kind healer with the reality of the entity standing before her, had simply shaken her head, a slow smile spreading across her face. "So you're saying," she'd begun, her eyes gleaming with a scientific fervor, "that the principles of Mana Sovereignty and Soul-aspected regeneration are things we can actually study now?" Her fear was instantly sublimated into an insatiable, brilliant curiosity. Lucas, their trusted leader, had already made his choice. His faith in me sealed their own. One by one, they each placed their hand on a System-Binding Oath panel. Their secrecy, and their loyalty, was now absolute. Team Bastion was no longer just a tournament team. We were a conspiracy.

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The next month transformed Bastion. The weekly dungeon runs into the 'Weald Warrens' yielded a steady supply of exotic materials like 'Resonance Crystals,' 'Iron-Vein Tubers,' and the chitin of 'Glimmer-Winged Tunnelers.' Eliza took these new components and worked miracles. The new ration bars she created from the tubers were distributed to the settlement's patrol teams, allowing them to stay in the field for twice as long, drastically improving Bastion's security. One afternoon, I watched as she unveiled a new prototype to Elder Borin at the Dweorg forge: a sonic pulverizer. Using a refined Resonance Crystal as its focus, the small, handheld device emitted a high-frequency vibration that could turn a dinner-plate-sized chunk of hard granite into fine gravel in under a minute. Borin's jaw had dropped, his eyes gleaming with the avarice of a craftsman who had just seen the face of god. Quarrying efficiency skyrocketed overnight.

Their personal power grew in leaps and bounds, their combat effectiveness further enhanced by new gear I'd commissioned from Leoric. I watched them now, their auras strong and confident, each clad in a masterwork of artifice forged from the very beasts they now hunted in their private domain. Lucas stood as a true bastion in his 'Bastion's Resolve Plate'. It was a suit of heavy armor forged from a grey-blue alloy Leoric had developed using refined ores from the Warrens, its surface burnished to a soft, matte finish that drank the light. The breastplate was etched with the subtle outline of a roaring lion, a private, defiant joke. His new shield, the Epic-quality 'Bulwark of Defiance', was the centerpiece. It was a massive tower shield of the same grey-blue metal, its face covered in a complex, flowing web of silvery energy conduits powered by a Resonance Crystal core. The true genius of its design was in the locking mechanism Leoric had forged into the gauntlet; the shield would physically and magically connect, allowing Lucas to channel his own protective aura directly into its matrix, making it less a simple barrier and more a true extension of his will.

Silas was his opposite, a study in lethal, silent grace. His new 'Nightfall Weave Armor' was a thing of dark beauty. Small, overlapping plates of the Glimmer-Wing chitin, now treated and blackened, were sewn onto a thick underlayer of what looked like dark silk but was actually a sound-dampening, flexible fiber. In the low light of the Sanctum, the plates seemed to shift and ripple with a faint, iridescent sheen, actively blending with the shadows around him, a passive cloaking effect that made him a nightmare to track. In his hands, he held his prized 'Mana-Thorn Vipers,' their crystalline blades now honed to a terrifying new edge.

Eliza, true to form, eschewed heavy armor. She wore Leoric's custom-designed 'Artificer's Rig.' It was a complex harness of hardened, dark-brown leather reinforced with articulated bronze plates. It was a piece of utilitarian art, covered in gear-loops, magnetic clasps, and specialized pouches. Woven throughout it were fine, glowing threads of pure copper, all leading to the Stabilized Aetherium Core she'd won, now mounted securely in a housing on her back. It was her personal, mobile power station, a humming engine that could supercharge any device she concocted.

My own training was a solitary affair. My personal dungeon had become routine, its creatures little more than training dummies. The experience they yielded was a pittance. My growth now came from refinement, not accumulation. My surveillance of Nexus Delta-7, meanwhile, had entered a new phase thanks to Nyx, whose intel stream from her position as 'Mavia' was invaluable. Now, after two months of preparation, it was time for a new step. I pulled up my status, a ritual of self-assessment.

NAME: Eren Kai

Stage: 2 CORE ATTRIBUTES: SOUL STRENGTH: S+ SOUL GATE INTEGRITY: Grade S ESSENCE MANIFESTATION: BODY: 538 (Tier 5) MANA: 531 (Tier 5) SPIRIT: 542 (Tier 5)

SYSTEM SKILLS (7/10 Slots Available): [Domain of the Ashen Phoenix] (Mythic) [Prime Axiom's Nullifying Veil] (Mythic) [Phoenix Rebirth] (Legendary) [Predator's Gaze] (Epic) [Mana Sovereign] (Epic) [Shadow-Weave Stride] (Rare) [Basic Weapon Mastery] (Uncommon)

My power had consolidated, deepened. But my Essence stats were creeping forward at a snail's pace. I had outgrown my training ground.

Tonight, we were going to change that. I stood with them at the shimmering, purple entrance to the Weald Warrens within Lucas' sanctum. For the first time, they would be fighting alongside Eren Kai, not 'Jack'. My goal for this run wasn't just to find new materials or a trickle of experience. It was to forge them. The now four-month countdown to Akkadia was always ticking. To survive the capital, they didn't just need to be strong. They needed to be monsters. My presence tonight was not just support. It was a catalyst. I was here to help them power-clear this dungeon, to force their growth, to show them a level of speed and efficiency that would recalibrate their entire understanding of what was possible, and to see what the deeper levels held. Akkadia would not be a contest; it would be a war. And I was going to make damned sure our soldiers were ready.

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