The corridor was silent.
Not just quiet—but as if the world itself was holding its breath.
Lucian's footsteps echoed softly, yet each step sounded like a command for time to kneel.
The light crystals lining the walls had long gone dark. But he needed no light.
For true illumination does not come from brightness...
...but from the clarity of intent.
And Lucian Veylor's intent... could no longer be negotiated.
“You can never deceive the darkness,” he whispered.
“Because I was the one who planted it.”
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The system said nothing.
No notifications. No guidance.
Only silence, acknowledging his presence.
The old iron door creaked open slowly.
The air inside still trembled—not from cold, but from memory.
And memory... is the most dangerous weapon of all.
Lucian sat on an ancient chair beside the main pod.
His back straight. Arms folded.
He wasn’t thinking. He was letting the world contemplate his existence.
“They made me from ambition.”
“They prayed for my failure.”
“But I was born to disappoint their prayers.”
Each word was not meant to be heard.
They were incantations.
Spells to rewrite reality.
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[Memory Synchronization: 87%]
[Target Personality: Locked]
[Legacy Potential – Veylor Alpha: Unstable]
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A thin smile crossed his lips.
Cold. Inhuman.
But therein lay its purity.
“They thought I was an heir...”
“But in truth... I am the final curse of their bloodline.”
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Footsteps echoed from beyond the corridor.
Three hooded figures halted before the threshold.
They did not enter. They felt something.
Lucian did not stand.
He didn’t need to.
Because in this game, the one who stays silent...
is often the most lethal.
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[Psychic Observation Mode: Active]
[Fear: Level 4]
[Hesitation: Detected]
[Psychological Dominance: 92%]
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“No need to fight...
...when their souls are already shattered before blades are drawn.”
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One of them stepped forward.
His hands trembled.
The second... hesitated.
The third... bowed his head unconsciously.
They saw him—not his body,
but his presence:
too calm for a man, too terrifying for a god.
“Tell my family...”
“I’ve become what they feared most.”
---
Lucian rose.
And like a shadow that had become self-aware, he stepped forward without sound.
Darkness embraced him.
And in that absolute midnight...
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[SYSTEM: Final Notification Active]
The next chapter will decide who is worthy of the bloodline's legacy.
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TO BE CONTINUED...