Kelvin nodded. "Then let's keep forging it together."
After the drill everyone was about to retire to their rooms when Lyra reminded Darius and Kelvin about their visit to the Tower of convergence which will happen the next day and they all agreed as they departed.
The next day by the time Kelvin reached the Tower of Convergence, the sun had dipped behind the jagged spires of the Sanctum, spilling golden light like liquid fire across the polished stone paths.
Inside the chamber, the air was filled with energy. The chamber was not just a room, it was a crucible of possibility.
Runes etched deep into the obsidian walls that glowed faintly with residual mana. Floating platforms moved in slow, calculated pattern above a central nexus point where ley lines converged, humming with barely restrained power.
Lyra stood at the top of one of the platforms already, arms folded across her chest. Her crimson robes fluttered ever so slightly in the magical currents, her gaze focused and intense.
Darius leaned against the entrance archway with his massive frame half-shrouded in shadow, though the familiar glint of challenge sparkled in his eyes.
Before them stood Master Caelum, a tall, pale-skinned, with hair that shimmered like strands of starlight.
He was the Sanctum's Master of Rift Research and Battle Scenarios, a man known for pushing students to their mental and physical brink in pursuit of awakening true potential.
At his side stands an ethereal projection: a fractured map of their world.
Swirling crimson blotches drifted over the projection like living wounds, each one a volatile reminder of where the barrier between realms had weakened.
"There is a theory," Caelum began, although his voice was low, measured, and laced with the weight of ancient truths, "that the last Rift incident didn't merely scar our plane but it fractured its foundation. The balance that holds our reality together is splintering. And the instability of power is spreading."
He gestured, and one of the red dots pulsed, expanding outward in a slow, ominous throb.
"The Rift is not just a gateway anymore. It is becoming... an infection."
Kelvin felt a chill travel down his spine. Even Xerion stirred faintly in the back of his mind.
Caelum turned with his silver eyes sweeping across them like a judge preparing to deliver a verdict.
"Your team has been selected for an advanced Rift Overlap Simulation. It is not mandatory... but those who enter will be under direct observation by Sanctum Overseers and possibly even Summoner Lords."
At that, the room shifted.
A sudden tension bloomed. Lyra's eyes narrowed, her posture snapping straighter. Darius pushed himself off the wall, standing taller, the lazy grin was gone.
Kelvin's heart pounded. The phrase "Rift Overlap" wasn't thrown around lightly. He had read of them were hybrid conditions blends two or more unstable zones, mimicking full-on cross-realm incursions. The kind of combat trials that mirrored apocalypse scenarios.
"What kind of simulation?" Kelvin asked with his voice steady but tight.
Caelum's lips curled, not in amusement, but anticipation. "Real conditions. Chaotic environments. Unstable mana. Beasts from other planes, some of which you may never have studied, let alone faced. And yes... some of which you're not yet meant to tame."
He paused deliberately. "Survival is not guaranteed. Though measures are in place to minimize death, pain is a very real instructor in this." He said.
Silence wrapped around them like a thick shroud.
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Then Lyra stepped forward with her chin high. "We accept." Her voice didn't waver. There was no hesitation.
Kelvin turned to her, seeing in her eyes the unspoken truth, he knew that they were already committed. She wasn't stepping forward blindly; she was leaping because she knew the fire wouldn't consume her.
Darius let out a breath, grinning faintly. "Well, I am not letting you two have all the glory. Besides, Kelvin still owes me lunch from last week. If he dies, I am billing his ghost."
Kelvin smirked despite himself, his nerves were quiet in the presence of their resolve.
But deep inside, something else stirred.
This wasn't just a test. It was a calling.
A glimpse at the storm beyond the veil.
And he was done running from storms.
"We are in," Kelvin said, stepping beside them.
Caelum inclined his head. "Very well. The simulation will begin at first light. Rest well tonight. Eat heartily. Tomorrow, you will be tested, not just in combat, but in will."
He raised his hand and the projection vanished, putting the room into dim silence save for the ambient hum of the tower's arcane heart.
As the three friends left the tower, for a while, none of them spoke.
Their boots were clicked against the marble paths, the sound were barely louder than the distant chirp of nocturnal birds and the quiet hum of containment wards pulsing across the Sanctum's perimeter.
Then, as they crossed a bridge, Lyra spoke.
"Do you ever wonder...if we are meant for something that is more than what we are experiencing now?"
Kelvin tilted his head and responded, "I think... we are already in it, just that we have not stepped in far enough to see the whole shape yet."
Darius snorted and nodding, softly. "As long as that shape includes me with a giant lightning hammer, I am all in." They laughed quietly with a genuine laughter.
By the time they got to their dormitory, everywhere was quiet. Most of the students were asleep and few were locked in a silent study. The walls were with warded glyphs, ancient protections to keep beasts, wayward spirits, and nightmares at bay.
Kelvin's room was quiet when he entered, saved form the rustle of wind outside.
But he was not alone.
Xerion lay down beneath the moonlit arch of the wide window, his massive body was folded. His black scales shined in the low light that every breath causing faint golden veins along his sides to pulse gently.
"You have grown," Xerion said directly into Kelvin's thoughts. The End-Tyrant's voice was deeper, softer, even like the hush of waves after a storm tonight.
Kelvin stepped forward towards the window while resting his hand against the cool stone frame. "So have you."
For a moment none of them spoke.
"We have not finished," Xerion said. "No," Kelvin replied. "But we are not at the beginning anymore either."
The dragon's golden eyes turned toward him, burning with memory. "You have stopped surviving. You are learning to choose your path."
Kelvin leaned back against the wall, folding his arms. "I have stopped letting the world decide what I can be."
There was a long silence after he said that.
Then Xerion's tail curled gently around Kelvin's feet. Not to restrain, but to anchor.
Kelvin sat on the floor beside him, and for a long time, they watched the sky together.
The stars were bright tonight. Brighter than they had been in weeks.
Kelvin closed his eyes and listened.
He heard the pulse of distant magic. The quiet shifting of fate.
The Sanctum was no longer just a place of training. It was a forge and he, Lyra, and Darius were being tempered.
When he finally drifted to sleep, it was not with dread but with anticipation.
Because tomorrow, they would step into a simulated Rift that mirrored chaos itself.
And if he had learned anything since coming here, it was that true strength was not just about what beasts you could command.
It was about how far you were willing to go for the people who stood beside you.
How fiercely you had burn to protect them.
Somewhere deep beneath the Tower of Convergence, in a sealed chamber hidden from students and staff alike, Master Caelum stood before a different projection—one not meant for public eyes.
Floating above the stone was a flickering image. A black Rift, swirling with unnatural speed. At its edges danced slivers of something not of their world. Not of any world.
A whisper slipped from the projection. Caelum narrowed his eyes.
"They're coming faster than predicted," he muttered, adjusting the runes. "And stronger."
Behind him, another figure stepped into the shadows. A woman robed in silver and green. Her voice carried both beauty and dread.
"And yet... you send children to meet the tide."
"They are not children," Caelum replied. "Not anymore."