The sky had finally quieted.
Dark, still, heavy. The kind of darkness that didn't scream danger, but whispered it. The kind of silence that told you the world had just finished screaming its lungs out—and now it was waiting. Watching.
Osiris slipped away from the group like a ghost. No words. Nothing. Just the soft crunch of forest floor under his boots and the low hum of mana that always followed him.
Elira and Kaelyn stood still at the forest's edge, silhouettes framed by the dusky blue of the dying light.
"wait, were is he going?" Kaelyn muttered, arms folded tight across her chest." He's literally just gonna leave? Just like that?"
Elira nodded slowly, golden eyes catching the last rays of twilight. "Yeah. But we can't stop him."
Kaelyn clicked her tongue. "i can't believe We're just letting a walking power house just stroll off into the woods alone. This is stupid."
"Not our choice to make."
Behind them, Theron kept his usual stone-faced quiet, but even he glanced toward the trees more than once. They were all worried. Who wouldn't be? Osiris wasn't just powerful—he was genius level. Mysterious. Still simmering from that last battle. But they all knew better than to press him. Not when they knew nothing of him.
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Deeper into the forest, where the light barely touched the ground, Osiris finally stopped. Just him. The towering trees. And the soul stone.
He pulled it from his coat pocket. It pulsed faintly—cool to the touch, but warm inside. Like it had a heartbeat.
He turned it over in his hand, frowning at it.
Behind him, Delythera sat atop a mossy boulder, legs crossed. Her smile was lazy, warm like sunlight filtered through smoke.
"You gonna stare at it all night or actually do something?" she teased.
Osiris didn't even glance back. "So how exactly am I supposed to use this again?"
Del sighed and facepalmed. "For someone supposedly a genius, you really do have your dumbass moments."
His eye twitched.
"Oh? Sorry, I forgot your royal intellect gets offended easily," she smirked.
"I swear," Osiris grumbled, "if I wasn't trying to unlock this stone, I'd be figuring out the fastest way to dismember you."
"Mm. Cute. But I'd love to see you try." She stretched her arms behind her head, utterly unbothered.
He rolled his eyes. "Fine. Enlighten me, oh great and terrifying goddess of sarcasm."
Del stood, brushing dirt off her thighs. "It's actually not that hard. All you have to do is focus. Feel the energy inside the stone. Channel it. Once you've got a grip on it, pull it into yourself. Not physically, genius. Spiritually. Make it yours. Merge with it."
Osiris squinted. "Sounds fake. And hard."
"Welcome to cultivation, sweetheart. Everything sounds fake until you do it."
He stared at the stone again. "So... just pull it in?"
"You'll feel it resist you at first," she said, stepping closer. "It's like trying to grab fire with your bare hands. But once it knows you, once you're compatible, it yields. It becomes a part of your essence."
He tilted his head. "This is sounding suspiciously spiritual."
Del chuckled. "Well, you're playing with the soul now. What'd you expect? A user manual and a USB port?"
He didn't answer. Just held the stone in both hands, closed his eyes.
"Breathe," she said, voice gentler now. "Quiet your mind. Let your soul speak."
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The world faded. He sank inward. Past the noise. Past the memories. Into the echoing void within himself.
There, in the dark, he felt it.
A hum. A pulse. Like something ancient turning to look at him.
He reached for it.
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The forest air shifted. The temperature dropped.
Osiris opened his eyes with a sharp inhale. The stone was dim again, no longer pulsing.
Del watched him, arms folded. "Felt it, didn't you?"
He nodded, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Yeah. But it kicked me out. Like it didn't trust me."
"Of course it doesn't. You haven't earned its full trust yet."
He huffed. "You keep calling me a beginner. You got a ranking system or something?"
Del blinked, then grinned. "Actually, yes."
"Oh, you're serious."
"Dead serious."
She perched back on the boulder. "You think Earth's the center of the cosmos? Cute. Try again. There are dimensions stacked on dimensions. Infinite realms. And every one of them has its own rules—and its own power hierarchy."
Osiris leaned against a tree, crossing his arms. "So what, we're talking video game levels?"
"Kinda. Think of it like this: There are 8 main ranks of existence. Each rank puts you on a completely different level of power, perception, and influence."
She held up a finger. "Level One: your average mortal. Struggles to survive. That's your basic human, animal, whatever."
"Me?" he asked, dryly.
"You were Level One. Now? You're scraping Level Two."
"Ouch."
"Honesty hurts. Anyway—each rank has subdivisions. Infant, Quasi, True, and Peak."
He blinked. "So like a baby god, toddler god, teenage god, and emo god?"
Del cackled. "Something like that."
She continued. "A Level Four Peak being could delete Earth without breaking a sweat. They bend space and time. Reality warps around them. And anything beyond Rank Eight? Universal beings. Cosmic titans. Hard to see one. Harder to survive meeting one."
Osiris narrowed his eyes. "What about you?"
She went silent.
He stared at her. "Del?"
Her smile was beautiful. But cold. And her eyes—
Emotionless. Distant. Like staring into the abyss and seeing it blink back.
He looked away. "Right. Forget I asked."
"No, it's fine," she said softly. "Just don't ask questions you're not ready to hear answers to."
"Fair."
"Besides," she added, voice back to its teasing lilt, "if I wanted to kill you, you'd already be dead."
He gave a dry laugh. "Good to know."
She took a few steps toward him, now standing close. "You have potential, Osiris. But don't get cocky. You're still a child in this universe's eyes. You have to climb."
He looked at her, genuinely curious. "Why are you helping me?"
Her smile faded. Just a little. "Because if you fall... the world burns."
He exhaled slowly. The stone pulsed once more in his palm.
And he knew—he had to rise.
Even if it killed him.
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(Word count so far: ~1,450. Let me know if you want me to continue this chapter to reach 4,000 words in total. I can keep the tone and pacing consistent and add more inner dialogue, magic interaction, and build-up to Osiris's next breakthrough.)
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Chapter: Embers Beneath the Silence
The world was finally quiet.
The apocalyptic skies had settled into something darker, calmer—no longer weeping fire or howling storms, just a cold, eerie hush. A stillness that blanketed the forest like an old, heavy coat. Whatever chaos had ruled the hours before, it was asleep now, breathing low and slow.
Osiris stood at the edge of the makeshift camp, gaze distant. Then, wordlessly, he walked away.
"Wait—Osiris?" Kaelyn called out softly, stepping forward, but she stopped herself. Her brows furrowed, hand half-raised, unsure if she had the right to reach.
Elira stood beside her, arms crossed, golden eyes narrowed beneath strands of her messy blonde hair. "He's leaving again…" Her voice was quiet, not surprised. Just sad.
Theron stood behind them, silent and grim. No one moved to stop him.
They couldn't—not really.
The way he carried himself now… he wasn't just some guy in their group anymore. Not after what he'd done. Not after the monsters he'd crushed like they were made of paper. He was something other. Something that didn't quite belong in their crumbling world.
So they watched him walk, his silhouette vanishing into the whispering trees, swallowed by dusk and fog.
Kaelyn bit her lip. "He won't come back, will he?"
Elira's eyes didn't leave the forest line. "No. He will… but only if he wants to."
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Osiris kept walking until he was deep in the woods, surrounded by old bones of trees and the occasional flicker of moonlight through branches. The air was heavy here, like the forest remembered ancient secrets. Or worse—had seen too much too recently.
When he was sure no one could see him, he reached into the folds of his coat and pulled it out.
The soul stone.
It glowed faintly, pulsing like a slow heartbeat. Osiris turned it over in his palm, inspecting it like it might whisper to him if he just stared long enough.
"It's not gonna bite you," came a voice.
He didn't flinch.
Delythera sat casually on a moss-covered boulder, one leg crossed over the other, arms draped around her knee like royalty on vacation. Her smile was radiant. Not warm—radiant, like a moonbeam through glass. Cold and lovely and dangerous.
"You watching me again?" he asked, voice dry.
"Again? Baby, I never stopped," she replied, propping her chin in her hand. "You're kind of fascinating. Like a wounded lion cub trying to roar."
He ignored the bait and held up the soul stone. "So how exactly am I supposed to use this thing?"
Del blinked. Then groaned dramatically, dragging her hands down her face. "Gods, you're helpless. I swear, for a supposed genius, you come off as plain stupid sometimes."
His eye twitched.
"Don't tempt me to commit violence," he said flatly.
"Oh?" Her eyes sparkled. "You're gonna dismember me? Sounds kinky."
Osiris looked skyward. "I hate you."
"No, you don't."
He didn't reply. Mostly because she was right—and that pissed him off more.
Delythera hopped off the boulder and strode over, graceful and silent. Her bare feet didn't even rustle the leaves. Her presence was magnetic, like gravity forgot how to work properly around her.
"Here," she said, standing beside him. "Let me help, since you're clearly struggling."
"Gee, thanks."
She snatched the soul stone from his hand.
"It's simple," she said, holding it up between her fingers. "You focus. Let it pull your energy in—then pull it back. Feed it, and make it yours."
"That's not an explanation. That's a vague metaphor wrapped in mysticism."
Delythera rolled her eyes. "Fine. Picture this: the stone is a gate. Inside it is raw, dense energy. You—you're still just… you. Weak. Human. So you have to reach inside, grab hold, and claim it like a starving wolf ripping meat off bone. You with me?"
Osiris raised an eyebrow. "So you are comparing me to a dog."
"A cute one, maybe."
He stared at the stone, skepticism thick on his face.
"Focus," she repeated. "Channel your energy into the stone. Once you feel a response—like it's vibrating or pushing back—you yank it. Make it part of you. Merge."
He frowned. "Sounds easier said than done."
"Because it is, genius."
She stepped back, watching him. "Right now, you're still an infant at your level of evolution. You haven't even started climbing the ranks yet."
That made him pause. "You keep saying that. What's with all this talk of 'ranks'? Is there some cosmic leaderboard I didn't get an invite to?"
Surprisingly, she nodded. "Of course there is."
Osiris blinked. "Wait, seriously?"
She gave him a look like he'd asked if water was wet. "You think the multiverse isn't organized? You think it's just chaos and vibes? No, darling—there's structure. Order. And yes, ranks."
"…What, like video game levels?"
"Please. It's way worse."
She stepped back toward the boulder, leaning against it again.
"There are eight official ranks of existence," she said, ticking off her fingers. "From the most pitiful flea-bitten mortals—that's you, by the way—to beings who can birth or swallow galaxies like Tic Tacs."
"Wow. And here I thought my self-esteem was already low."
"You'll survive."
Osiris crossed his arms, intrigued despite himself.
"Go on."
"Okay. So. Rank One: basic mortal lifeforms. Humans. Most elves. Trash-tier demons. Stuff that can barely bend reality."
"Thanks."
"Rank Two: Enhanced beings. People with awakened abilities, spiritual channels open, mana flowing, blah blah blah."
Osiris nodded. "So me. Kind of."
"not even close. You're still floating somewhere between infant stage of the first Rank."
He scowled.
"Then Rank Three is where things get spicy. Dimensional walkers, minor gods, reality shapers. Rank Four?" Her eyes darkened. "That's when shit starts breaking. One being of Rank Four could wipe your entire world out like blowing out a candle."
"Okay," he said, trying not to look too impressed. "And above that?"
"Ranks Five through Eight? You probably don't even wanna know. Let's just say by the time you're dealing with a Rank Seven, you're not even sure you're real anymore. They can rewrite existence with a blink."
He stared at her. "And where do you fall on this shiny little chart?"
The playful energy drained from her instantly.
She tilted her head slowly, lips curling into a cold smile. "Don't ask questions you're not ready for the answers to."
Her voice was soft. Too soft. Like frost creeping up your spine.
He swallowed, then held up his hands. "Okay. Damn. I get it."
Her eyes stayed on him a beat too long.
Then she looked away, the tension breaking like ice cracking underfoot. "Smart boy."
He cleared his throat and turned the soul stone over again.
"And these ranks—they're universal?"
"They apply across the multiverse," she said. "Doesn't matter if you're from Earth, Xyntheria, the Shadow Void, or a pocket realm made entirely of screaming souls. The system's the same."
"Charming."
She stepped closer again, brushing hair from her face.
"Also, within each rank, there are sub-divisions. Infant, Quasi, true, and—well, let's call the last one Ascendant. It's not official, but it sounds sexy."
He nodded slowly. "So I'm… an Infant?"
"Barely. But yes."
"all you need to know is... I'm a strong woman"
He turned sharply to her. "You serious?"
She didn't confirm or deny. Just gave him a slow blink.
"I could slap you into a crater if I wanted to," she said. "But I don't. So relax."
Osiris stared at her, and for the first time, fully realized just how far beyond him she was. And yet… she chose to stay.
"…Why help me?" he asked suddenly.
That made her pause. Her expression shifted—not guarded, not amused. Just… distant.
"You remind me of something," she said eventually. "A shadow I used to know. A scar I haven't healed."
He blinked. "That's cryptic."
"I'm an ancient being who looks twenty and sits on rocks in the woods watching boys play with soul stones. I live for cryptic."
He laughed. Just a breath of it, low and unexpected. She smiled again, softer this time.
"Try again," she said, stepping back. "And this time… don't overthink it. Let go. Trust yourself."
Osiris stared at the stone.
Focused.
And for the first time… it pulsed in response.