As the days passed, Aether remained vigilant in the ruins, waiting patiently for Kaelen and his companions to return from their trials. The ancient ruins were still, their silence only interrupted by the faint hum of ancient power.
Aether stood near the entrance of the hidden room, his gaze shifting every so often to the dim, glowing symbols etched into the walls, the only indication of the ongoing trials.
Suddenly, a faint rumble disturbed the stillness. A pillar of light erupted from the ground, its brightness piercing through the shadows that lingered within the ruin. Aether’s eyes narrowed as he focused on the pillar, immediately recognizing that one of Kaelen’s companions had returned. The air around the pillar shimmered, and within moments, Ethan emerged, stepping out from the light.
But Ethan was different.
His form was no longer solid like before; he seemed almost ethereal, a mere shadow of his former self. His body appeared to flicker in and out of existence, an embodiment of darkness itself. His once vibrant features were now obscured by a misty aura that clung to him like a second skin.
The withering mana he controlled swirled around him in a constant, fluid motion, like tendrils of smoke seeking their prey.
Aether observed Ethan carefully, his expression contemplative. "You’ve returned," he said calmly, his voice echoing slightly in the hollow ruin.
Ethan’s eyes flickered with an intense glow, almost like a predator lurking within the shadows. "I passed the trials… but they’ve changed me," he said, his voice deep, carrying a tone that was both familiar yet unsettling. "I am one with the shadows now, one with the darkness that guides me."
Aether nodded slightly, impressed by Ethan’s transformation. "The withering mana has fully merged with you," Aether remarked, his tone neutral but carrying an undercurrent of approval. "You’ve become something more—an obscurity, one that will be difficult for your enemies to perceive, let alone defeat."
Ethan looked down at his hands, his fingers shifting between solid and shadow, as if his very existence was malleable. He clenched his fist, the withering mana responding, swirling around him in a tight, controlled vortex. He had become a walking enigma, a figure that could fade into the shadows at will.
"But what about the others?" Ethan asked, his voice low, still getting used to the new energy coursing through him. "Have they returned yet?"
Aether shook his head. "You’re the first," he replied. "The others are still undergoing their trials. But they will return in time."
Ethan nodded, stepping out of the fading pillar of light, his movements now unnaturally smooth and fluid. His presence, or rather the lack of it, sent an eerie feeling across the ruins. It was as though he didn’t fully belong to the physical realm anymore, hovering between reality and the shadowed plane he now called home.
"Then I will wait," Ethan said, his voice almost disappearing into the background as he moved to a nearby stone, his body dissolving into the darkness as though he were part of it.
Aether kept his gaze on Ethan for a moment longer, pondering the power he had attained. The trials had clearly reshaped the young man, turning him into a formidable force. But this was only the beginning. The true test was yet to come—for all of them. As the ruins returned to their eerie quiet, Aether’s thoughts returned to Kaelen, who was still inside, facing his own daunting challenge.
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The pillar of light finally faded, leaving the ruins once again shrouded in silence, but Aether knew it wouldn’t be long before the others would follow. And when they did, the world would never be the same again.
But not too long after the ruin went back to its serenity, it suddenly hummed with energy, the air crackled and swirled with the presence of Guinevere and Eldric, each radiating their newfound power from their trials. Aether stood nearby, watching their emergence with quiet admiration.
The transformation in both of them was clear—the fire and lightning coursing through their bodies had elevated them to heights beyond what they had once been.
From one pillar, Guinevere stepped forward, her very presence now a manifestation of the legendary "Blue Phoenix." Her once fiery aura had transformed into something far more refined and majestic. Her hair shimmered in hues of blue, like the flickering flame of a phoenix’s wings, cascading down her back.
Her eyes glowed with an intense, almost ethereal fire, reflecting the ancient power of the legendary flame she now wielded. Around her, blue flames danced gently, swirling in intricate patterns without burning anything, as if they were part of her very soul. She was no longer just a prodigy of fire—she had become its living embodiment.
Simultaneously, from the second pillar of light, Eldric emerged, his presence equally formidable. His entire body crackled with the raw energy of the skies, his aura now that of the storm itself. Tribulation lightning flickered around him, moving in jagged arcs, illuminating his armor and blade. His hair stood slightly on end, charged with electric currents that swirled around his form.
It was as if Eldric had descended from the heavens, the embodiment of divine wrath—the son of the tribulations.
Guinevere, with her blue flames flickering around her like the wings of the legendary Blue Phoenix, took a step forward, her sharp gaze scanning the ancient chamber. Her fiery aura was a sight to behold, and Eldric, with tribulation lightning surging in arcs around his frame, stood equally imposing beside her.
"It’s over for me. I can feel it. I’ve passed," Guinevere said, her voice calm but charged with the authority of the flames she had mastered.
"Same here," Eldric added, his voice carrying the rumble of distant thunder. He casually flexed his fingers, allowing a bolt of lightning to crackle and discharge harmlessly into the stone floor. "But I don’t see any of our friends anywhere. The should have been out by now, shouldn’t they?"
Guinevere frowned. "Yeah, they should have… Where could they be?"
Aether stood silently, observing them. His eyes flicked to the far end of the chamber, but he said nothing. There was a tension in the air, one that both Guinevere and Eldric seemed to miss.
"Maybe their trial is taking longer," Guinevere suggested, a flicker of concern passing across her face as her flames dimmed slightly. "Or—"
Before she could finish her thought, a faint ripple passed through the shadows nearby. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but enough to catch Guinevere’s attention. She whirled around, her blue flames flaring up, but saw nothing. Eldric, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, narrowed his eyes and reached for his sword.
"I thought I felt something…" Guinevere muttered.
"That’s because I’m here."
A voice echoed out of the darkness, cold and quiet. Guinevere and Eldric spun around, their powers surging in reflex, but they couldn’t see anyone. For a moment, the chamber was dead silent, save for the flickering of Guinevere’s flames and the crackle of Eldric’s lightning.
Then, like a shadow peeling away from the wall, Ethan appeared.
He seemed to materialize from the very darkness itself, his form now indistinguishable from the shadows. His once solid figure now looked like a swirling mass of shadowy mist, with wisps of withering mana surrounding him. His eyes glinted from within the shadows, barely visible, as though he had merged with the very essence of the room.
He had become a phantom, a presence that could fade in and out of perception at will.
Guinevere took a step back in surprise, her blue flames flickering wildly as she tried to focus on Ethan’s form. "Ethan?" she asked, her voice laced with disbelief. "How long… have you been standing there?"
Ethan gave a faint smile, his voice carrying an eerie quality. "Long enough to see you both pass your trials." He stepped forward, his movements fluid like the mist swirling around him. "You couldn’t perceive me because I didn’t want you to. That’s what I’ve become—part of the shadows."
Eldric’s eyes widened slightly, the lightning around him sparking uncontrollably as he looked at his friend. "You’ve changed."
"I have," Ethan replied. "The trial I underwent… it made me one with the shadows, and with the withering mana inside me. I’m different now, in more ways than one."
The weight of his transformation sank in, and Guinevere and Eldric exchanged uneasy glances. They had both changed, but Ethan’s transformation was on a different level—he had become something they could neither sense nor anticipate.
Aether, who had been silently observing the interaction, finally spoke up. "Ethan’s trial was one of darkness and obscurity. He has mastered a power few can wield, and it seems he has become a shadow himself."
Ethan nodded, his form flickering slightly as though he could fade away at any moment. "We’re all different now. Stronger, more dangerous." He looked toward the entrance of the chamber, where Kaelen was still undergoing his own trial. "But Kaelen’s not done yet. We’ll have to wait for him."
Guinevere, still eyeing Ethan warily, eventually nodded. "Yeah… We wait."
While she said that, Aether observed the three of them, knowing that together, they had grown into something extraordinary. But Kaelen’s trial was still ongoing, and until he returned, the true strength of their group had yet to be realized.
The three of them—Guinevere, Eldric, and Ethan—stood together, each transformed by the trials they had endured. But even now, with their newfound powers, they knew that the real test lay ahead. And until Kaelen emerged, they would stand ready, their strength growing in the silence of the ancient ruin.