A faint chill gnawed at Kael's skin as the morning deepened over Eclipse Academy. The south yard, where he and other fifth group initiates gathered, was a wide quadrangle hemmed in by weather-beaten pillars and looming statues, their carved faces forever twisted in silent warning. Overhead, clouds pressed low, threatening rain or something worse.
Dozens of new students huddled together, some bouncing on their feet, others whispering nervously. Anticipation electrified the air—an unfamiliar energy for most, but something that barely rippled through Kael's detached focus. He lingered near the courtyard's crooked shadow, quietly listening, mapping the tangle of shifting alliances and petty rivalries that were already taking root.
His eyes moved, sharp and clinical—catching every nervous glance and boastful laugh. A heavy-set boy in embroidered robes barked orders at his smaller companions, while a proud girl with silver-blonde hair watched the yard with glassy arrogance, her gaze flickering with quiet calculation. Kael recognized them from the story's early chapters—players in the coming trials, each fated for widely different fortunes. In another world, he'd have admired their certainty. Here, he simply made a mental note.
A bell cracked the silence. The instructor from earlier—tall and severe, with a sash the color of midnight—stepped onto a stone platform at the yard's edge.
"Listen well, initiates," the instructor called, voice cool and absolute. "Your Welcome Test begins now. Today, you are prey. The only rule: survive."
Students exchanged wary looks. Kael's group shifted, some standing straighter, others shrinking as a sharp click echoed and the iron gates of the yard groaned shut behind them. Kael drew a breath, measured and slow. He felt that chill again, not of fear, but of something ancient stirring in the roots of the academy walls—a distant pulse in time with his own hidden bond.
> **[System: New Quest Added]**
> Survive the Welcome Test.
> Rewards: Exp, ?
> Failure: Death.
The system's notification was simple, plain, but Kael's mind raced. In the novel, the Welcome Test had always been described as a brutal culling: traps, summoned beasts, and challenges designed to humiliate the proud and break the overconfident. In the original story, one of the main leads narrowly escaped death, while many promising names vanished before the first meal.
He moved with quiet purpose, letting the crowd surge forward, jostling for dominance. He was content to be a shadow on the edge—until a sudden, deep rumble made the ground tremble beneath their feet.
Stone slabs shifted. A fissure snaked through the yard, splitting the groups apart. With a crash, the yard's center sank into a pit, becoming a vast, jagged arena. The first real challenge had begun.
*Don't get noticed. Don't get caught.* Kael slipped between two bickering students, face impassive. He watched, unmoved, as one startled boy tripped and was nearly dragged into the opening.
Crouched behind a crumbled statue, Kael allowed himself a quick, silent glance at the system's stats, mouth twitching as he watched faint lines of text flicker:
> **[System: Passive Skill — Void Step (Unawakened) resonance detected.]**
He suppressed a smirk. Even locked, the presence of the void within him seemed to blur the edges of his identity, making him half-forgotten in the chaos. He navigated around the perimeter while yells and panic erupted near the pit's edge. The instructor, now a distant silhouette, observed impassively, arms crossed.
The pit began to seethe. From its depths, black, chitinous forms climbed out—void-borne test beasts, crude hybrids of fear and magic. Kael's group recoiled, hastily forming loose ranks as the monsters advanced, drawn by movement, sound, and terror.
Someone screamed. Someone else shouted a spell. Bright lights flashed, hot and brief.
Kael's mind was perfectly clear. He watched the beasts, how they moved—drawn to panic, not calm. While others lashed out desperately, he simply waited. When a monstrous form lunged for him, he sidestepped with inhuman poise, barely a hair's breadth to spare. His footing was sure, balanced, the result of thousands of pages of training baked into muscle memory by an author who never intended this character to fight.
With a short, precise motion, Kael drew a short blade he'd scavenged. His cut was shallow, more distraction than kill, but the creature reeled back, disoriented by a shadowy haze Kael could barely perceive. The bond—the void, whatever lurked beneath his skin—flickered faintly in the air. For a moment, Kael wondered if the beast even saw him at all.
More screams. The field was thinning. A boy near Kael hastily cast a barrier spell, eyes wide with fear, clutching at his bleeding arm. Their eyes met for a split second. Kael gave the smallest nod, then slipped away into the shadows where chaos was the norm.
A timer ticked in his mind. He just had to survive, not triumph. Not yet.
Minutes dragged on, marked by blood, sweat, and dust. By the time a second bell rang—shrill and final—the beasts had retreated, lured by some silent summon deeper into the pit. Dozens of students, bruised and battered, limped to what remained of the group. Many did not rise at all.
Kael emerged from behind a column just as instructors fanned out, tallying survivors with clinical efficiency. His clothes were dusted with dirt, but his gaze was steady. He'd made it through the first test unnoticed—no glory, no spectacle. Just survival by instinct, calculation, and the smallest hint of the void's quiet favor.
One instructor paused near Kael, frowning slightly as if she felt a draft where he stood. Kael met her eyes—cold, impassive. She said nothing and moved on.
The crowd was smaller now—less than half the number who'd entered the yard. Kael took stock, mentally cataloging the faces that remained. Already, the social order was shifting. Some survivors looked around with awe, others with hollow resentment. Quiet rumors fluttered: who fought bravely, who froze, who might not belong.
As the survivors were led out of the arena to receive their next instructions, Kael glanced toward the academy's highest windows. Briefly, he wondered if anyone up there—students or teachers—had truly seen him for what he was. Or if the void still kept him hidden, a secret yet to be revealed.
Behind him, the pit gaped wide, swallowing the names and dreams of those who failed.
Kael Varyn walked on, the cold bond beneath his skin pulsing quietly, and for the first time, a sliver of anticipation twisted beneath his composure. The real game had only just begun.
**End of Chapter 2.**
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