Chapter 122 - HA 122

Chapter 637 - Concocting

Maya leaned back in her chair, her gaze fixed on the amulet resting in her hands as the weight of Astron's words settled over her. She let herself sink deeper into the chair, feeling the smooth wood beneath her back as her thoughts spun.

'This charm… it will allow me to confront the other part of myself.'

The concept wasn't foreign to her, not entirely. She had been aware, in her own way, of that shadow lingering within her. How many times had she woken from a nightmare, hearing a voice, her own voice, yet different—harsher, filled with a desire she couldn't quite understand?

It had been unsettling, those nights when she'd lie awake afterward, dismissing it as some lingering memory of the failed evolution.

'But was it really just a dream? Or was it something more?'

Her fingers brushed over the delicate carvings, feeling a faint warmth from the charm as if it held a life of its own, quietly awaiting activation. And yet, now that Astron had given her a name for it—a method to face it—she felt a weight lift, even as a new gravity took its place.

'This other self… I've tried to bury it. Suppress it. But all that's done is make it stronger, hasn't it?'

The thought sent a shiver through her, but she kept her face composed, her breathing steady. She was beginning to see the truth in Astron's words, that accepting this side of her wasn't a weakness—it was part of her path forward.

'If I want to understand myself… to have the control I need, then I can't keep denying it. I need to hear it, let it speak, learn why it wants what it does.'

As she lifted her gaze to Astron, a quiet resolve settled within her, mingling with a hint of vulnerability. He had gone to lengths she hadn't anticipated, researching unfamiliar, ancient practices to help her bridge the gap she had been too afraid to cross alone.

'Indeed….if he had spent all that effort, from now on I should do it on my own. He had already done so much.'

Maya's gaze lingered on the charm for a moment longer before she exhaled softly, a subtle but steadying sigh as she clenched her fists beneath the table, feeling the cool edge of resolve settle within her.

'He's already done so much,'

she thought, her fingers tightening slightly.

'From here on, it's up to me.'

If she wanted to be able to wield her power as both a mage and a vampire, she needed to embrace the duality within her—without fear of losing herself to one side or the other. She'd kept the two separated, thinking it would protect her from slipping into something uncontrollable. But this… this was a chance to unify her strengths. A way to bring balance.

Her eyes lifted once more, finding Astron's steady gaze, and she felt a quiet resolve settling deeper within her. This path he walked, with his unyielding determination, his goals, and his vengeance… wasn't an easy one. And she knew that he would face challenges she might never fully understand.

'If he's already willing to put this much thought into helping me… I won't be a burden,' she vowed silently. 'I'll become someone he can rely on.'

The weight of that commitment was tangible, pressing into her chest like a slow, steady pulse, and she welcomed it. She wasn't simply a student following a mentor's lead—she wanted to be an ally, someone he could trust, someone who wouldn't fall apart the moment he wasn't there.

Maya straightened in her seat, holding that newfound resolve close, feeling it settle into her like a quiet, stabilizing presence. She had spent so much time thinking of herself as incomplete, of her instincts as dangerous impulses to suppress.

But now, as she considered the balance she would need to strike, she realized she was on the edge of something more—a unity within herself that would let her truly wield her strength. The amulet, still warm in her hand, felt less like a tool and more like a bridge toward that goal.

She glanced at Astron, a soft but firm expression in her eyes, and remembered what else she'd meant to tell him before they parted. She felt a flicker of excitement at the thought, mingling with her newfound purpose.

"Astron," she began, her voice calm but carrying a hint of eagerness, "there's something I meant to mention before you leave."

He raised an eyebrow, his violet gaze attentive as always, waiting for her to continue.

"Kieran contacted me yesterday," she explained, watching his reaction as she continued. "He said the weapon you requested is ready. He mentioned that we could come by whenever you're free to take a look."

Astron's gaze shifted slightly, a subtle glint of interest passing over his usually composed expression. "Good," he replied, his tone calm.

"Then, should we take a look at it right now?"

Maya felt a quiet warmth blossom inside her as she saw the subtle interest flash in Astron's gaze. She knew him well enough by now to recognize the meaning behind his calm expression; this wasn't just a visit to pick up a weapon. Astron had been testing Kieran's capabilities with this request, gauging not only the quality of his craftsmanship but also his trustworthiness and potential as an ally. The thought brought a smile to her lips—Kieran would finally have a chance to show just how skilled he truly was, something she'd always known but had rarely seen acknowledged by others with Astron's level of scrutiny.

"Yes, let's," she replied, her voice steady but carrying a hint of eagerness.

As they stood, she felt her anticipation grow, knowing how much this meeting meant not only to Astron but to Kieran as well.

As they walked through the bustling city streets, Maya's thoughts lingered on Kieran. If he could meet Astron's expectations, there was a chance he'd gain a trusted place in Astron's world—a world she was quickly realizing was far more complex and dangerous than most people understood.

And if Kieran were to become someone Astron trusted, it would mean Astron might visit them more often. She felt a quiet thrill at that thought, knowing how much it would mean to her to have him around, to be able to help him in whatever small ways she could.

As they arrived at Kieran's shop, she shot a quick glance at Astron, catching the hint of anticipation in his violet gaze.

She felt a surge of pride for her friend, confident that he would rise to the occasion. The shop, tucked between more opulent storefronts, appeared modest from the outside, with its slightly cluttered displays and unpolished charm.

Yet, to Maya, it was a place filled with the essence of Kieran's brilliance, and now, she hoped Astron would see it that way too.

Pushing the door open, they entered to find Kieran already at his workbench, his focused expression shifting to one of delight when he saw them. "Ah, just in time!" he greeted, gesturing to a covered table where something rested beneath a cloth.

Astron stepped forward, his gaze steady as he regarded Kieran with that familiar, quiet intensity. Maya took her place beside him, feeling a flicker of excitement. She knew this was Kieran's moment, and she felt a subtle pride knowing her friend was about to shine.

Kieran pulled back the cloth with a flourish, revealing the weapon he'd crafted. The blade gleamed under the shop's light, every edge honed with precision. It was more than just a weapon; it was a testament to Kieran's skill, and Maya couldn't help but feel a rush of happiness, knowing Astron was finally seeing it firsthand.

"Go on," Kieran said, his voice laced with a hint of pride. "I think you'll find it meets your specifications—and then some."

Astron studied the weapon, his expression composed as he took it in, testing its balance and feeling the energy flowing through it. Maya watched closely, noting the way his eyes narrowed slightly, his scrutiny intense. She held her breath, hoping her friend's work would be enough to impress him.

After a long, quiet moment, Astron nodded approvingly, a barely perceptible smile touching his lips. "You've done well," he said simply, his voice carrying a weight of sincerity.

But someone was not happy with the wording it seemed.

Kieran raised his eyebrows, crossing his arms with a wry grin. "That's all? You've done well?" he echoed, disbelief lacing his voice. "Do you think you'll find something like this anywhere else?"

Astron's calm gaze flicked to Kieran, intrigued but silent, as Kieran stepped forward, his fingers closing around the handle of the blade with a practiced ease. He lifted it, turning it under the light so it gleamed with a faint, ethereal shimmer, and gestured for Astron to pay attention.

"Let me show you what these beauties can actually do," Kieran continued, his voice now carrying a touch of pride. "First off, I've nearly perfected the aerodynamic design on these blades. You won't hear a thing when they fly—completely silent."

He threw the blade lightly into the air, and it cut through the air without even the faintest whisper, landing perfectly back into his hand. Astron's eyes narrowed in appreciation, but he said nothing, watching as Kieran spun the blade around his fingers, demonstrating its balance.

"Each of them is enchanted with an armor-penetration attribute," Kieran explained, his green eyes gleaming with excitement. "%35 Armor Penetration, by the way." He spoke.

"No ordinary shield or defense will stop these. The enchantment lets the blade pierce through even the toughest metals, making them ideal for any encounter."

He glanced at Astron, the faintest hint of a smug grin on his lips, and continued, "Their durability's enhanced too. The metal I used isn't just strong; it's resilient. It'll hold every strike, every impact, without sacrificing agility." Kieran gave the blade another casual spin, his hand moving with the confidence of someone who knew exactly how his creation worked. "And before you ask—no, they're not heavy. All the strength, none of the bulk."

Astron's gaze was fixed on the weapon, his violet eyes glinting as he absorbed each detail. But Kieran wasn't done yet.

"Now, the best part," he said, a flicker of excitement crossing his face. "The true edge these blades hold isn't just in their silence or their piercing power. No…" Kieran swung the blade effortlessly around his fingers, letting it settle into his hand as if it were an extension of himself. "This is where the magic really happens."

With a quick flick of his wrist, he activated the enchantment, and the blade began to glow faintly, a pulsing energy tracing along the edges.

"You can change the type of poison that you want to enchant your weapon."

Chapter 638 - Concocting (2)

"Now, the best part. The true edge these blades hold isn't just in their silence or their piercing power. No…..This is where the magic really happens."

With a swift motion of his wrist, Kieran activated the enchantment, causing the blade to emit a soft glow, with a pulsing energy tracing along its edges.

"You can change the type of poison that you want to enchant your weapon."

Kieran's eyes sparkled as he continued, his tone dropping to a hushed but excited whisper, "Here's the true edge. For most weapons that carry poison, you're limited to a single type—paralytic, venomous, maybe corrosive. But this one… this blade doesn't settle for just one." He gave the blade a final, expert twirl, then held it aloft, the edges faintly pulsing with energy.

Astron's eyes sharpened, his interest piqued as he listened.

"With this enchantment, you can change the type of poison the blade holds. Venom, paralysis, decay—you choose," Kieran said, his tone filled with pride. "I developed a unique layering process that lets you switch between poison types on command. You won't need a new blade for every situation. Just activate the enchantment, and the weapon adjusts accordingly."

To demonstrate, Kieran flicked his wrist, and the blade's glow shifted from a deep emerald to a sickly purple, indicating a change in the poison's nature. He moved it once more, and the purple hue turned a faint, smoky gray, each color representing a different toxin within the blade.

"Think of it as flexibility for the user," Kieran explained, glancing at Astron with a knowing look. "I figured someone like you, with the arsenal I've seen you carry, would put this to good use. Adaptability in a single weapon, so you're not tied down by equipment or constantly switching tools. It's all in one place."

Astron couldn't hide the glint of admiration that crossed his expression. The concept was something he'd considered in the past—having weapons tailored to match his strategic adaptability. However, he hadn't had the time, nor the resources, to fully develop it.

"You've exceeded expectations," Astron murmured, taking the blade from Kieran's hand to feel the subtle, pulsing energy coursing through it. The enchantment responded to his touch, and he could sense the ease with which he could shift its attributes—venom for a prolonged fight, paralysis for quick subduing, and even decay for disabling tougher opponents.

Kieran smirked, his voice holding a trace of satisfaction. "I thought that might impress you," he said, crossing his arms. "It wasn't easy to make, but I knew someone like you would see the value."

Astron gave a final nod, respect evident in his gaze. "I see now that, Senior Maya's words regarding you were true."

Maya's lips curled into a playful smile as she glanced at Astron. "Did you not believe me?" she teased, her tone light but her eyes gleaming with mischief.

Astron turned to her, his expression calm but with a glint of honesty in his gaze. "It wasn't that I didn't believe you," he replied. "I just wanted to see it with my own eyes."

Maya chuckled, clearly unbothered by his response. She knew that Astron's thoroughness was just part of who he was; he always preferred to judge things for himself, especially when it came to matters that affected his safety and strategy. The satisfaction of seeing Kieran's talent acknowledged only deepened her pride.

Kieran, watching the exchange with a grin, cleared his throat and stepped forward. "Alright, so let me show you how to record poisons into the blade's enchantment," he said, holding the weapon out to Astron.

He continued, "I've already loaded a few poisons for testing—potent stuff, but I'm no poison expert, so they may not be exactly what you'd want. This is just a starting point." Kieran's fingers traced along the runes engraved on the hilt, and the blade shifted colors as he cycled through the different poison types. "Now, if you want to add your own, it's easy enough."

He flipped the blade over and pointed to a small, rune-inscribed chamber near the hilt. "This chamber here," he explained, "is where you place the poison of your choice. The enchantment will absorb it, and then you can store that type for future use. Just focus your mana while holding it, and the enchantment will learn the properties of the poison."

Kieran demonstrated, reaching for a small vial of poison he had on hand. Pouring a drop into the chamber, he activated the enchantment. The blade glowed as the new poison integrated, shifting to a faint green hue as the weapon accepted it.

"Now, that poison type is available in the rotation," he said, handing the blade back to Astron. "Just cycle through and use it as you see fit. It'll retain the poisons you store unless you overwrite them with something new."

Astron took the blade, absorbing each instruction carefully, already considering how to tailor it for different combat scenarios. Kieran's innovation and craftsmanship had surpassed his expectations, and he was quietly impressed by the attention to detail.

"Thank you, Mister Kieran," Astron said, his tone sincere, as he glanced at Maya, who looked pleased beyond words.

Kieran couldn't resist a triumphant grin as he folded his arms. "See, it's your own fault for doubting me from the start," he declared, his voice tinged with a playful boastfulness. He looked entirely satisfied, basking in the well-deserved praise for his craft.

Astron watched him calmly, his expression as steady as ever, though there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes at Kieran's enthusiasm. Just as Kieran seemed to be getting carried away, Maya laughed softly, cutting through his reverie and bringing him back to the present.

"Alright, alright," she said, her eyes shining with amusement. "We get it, Kieran—you're a genius."

Kieran chuckled, giving a little shrug as he turned to Astron, still smiling. "So, anything else you need?" he asked, a hint of pride still lingering in his tone.

Astron paused, his gaze drifting for a moment as he weighed his thoughts, inwardly considering whether he should mention the idea he'd been mulling over. The weapon in his hand was exceptional, and Kieran had more than proven his skills, but this request was... different.

After a brief silence, he decided to ask. "There is one more thing," he began, meeting Kieran's expectant gaze. "It's something I've been thinking about for a while—a problem I've been trying to solve."

Kieran raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Go on."

"Transportation," Astron said, the word alone carrying a sense of purpose. "I need a vehicle. Something fast, efficient, and compact—ideally something I can carry with me. I want the option to return to where I leave it without being weighed down."

Kieran's eyes widened slightly, and he stroked his chin thoughtfully, clearly fascinated by the challenge. "So, you're talking about something you can summon or assemble on the spot, something that wouldn't interfere with your mobility otherwise?"

"Exactly," Astron replied. "It needs to be reliable, but also unobtrusive."

Kieran nodded slowly, his mind clearly racing with ideas. "That's… quite the request," he admitted, though a spark of excitement was unmistakable in his expression. "But it's doable. I'd have to look into specialized materials for durability and lightness, probably something that can fold or collapse into a smaller form. And a way to remotely summon it… yes, that could work." His gaze sharpened with inspiration, and he flashed a quick grin at Astron. "I like it. Give me some time, and I'll see what I can come up with."

Maya, watching the exchange, felt a surge of excitement at the thought. She could already picture Kieran throwing himself into the project with all his skill and enthusiasm. Astron's confidence in her friend made her feel quietly proud, knowing he trusted both of them enough to share this need.

Kieran watched Astron thoughtfully, the gears in his mind already turning over the possibilities for this new project. There was something about Astron—something he couldn't quite put his finger on. For someone who kept so much hidden behind a calm exterior, Astron seemed unusually sharp, like he could grasp the nuances of a concept even before Kieran fully explained it. It was a rare trait, one that Kieran, a self-proclaimed genius, held in high regard. And the more he observed Astron, the more he felt that this wasn't someone he'd get bored talking shop with.

He cleared his throat, shifting his attention from his thoughts. "All right," he said, a spark of interest glinting in his eyes. "If I'm going to work on this, I'll need a way to contact you directly. I get the feeling I might have some questions—or ideas—that'll pop up as I go."

Astron looked at him, his expression as steady as ever. With a small nod, he produced code from his smartwatch. He handed it over to Kieran, who accepted it with his own smartwatch and then the smartwatch registered the contact.

As Kieran's smartwatch registered Astron's contact, he nodded, satisfaction clear in his expression. "Good. I'll reach out if there are any updates or, well, any sudden flashes of brilliance," he said with a smirk. He tilted his head thoughtfully, adding, "Just a heads up, though—the sum may end up a bit higher than these daggers. Working with specialized materials and adding custom summoning functions isn't exactly a bargain."

Astron opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say a word, Maya stepped in, her tone light but firm. "I'll be the one covering this. No need to worry about the cost," she declared, her smile unwavering as she glanced between the two.

Astron's gaze shifted to her, his voice calm but with a note of insistence. "Senior, I appreciate it, but there's no need for you to—"

Maya shook her head, cutting him off with a warm but unyielding expression. "I'm not taking no for an answer, Astron. This isn't up for debate." Her voice softened, though her resolve didn't waver. "You've done a lot for me. Let me handle this."

Astron sighed quietly, recognizing the look in her eyes and knowing it was pointless to argue. He gave her a slight nod of acceptance, though his gaze lingered as if silently acknowledging her support.

Kieran watched the exchange with a grin, chuckling as he crossed his arms. "Well, then, it looks like we've got everything sorted. I'll get started right away. Should be… interesting," he added with a glint of excitement.

With that, the deal was sealed, and as Astron and Maya left the shop.

Chapter 639 - Concocting (3)

As they stepped out of Kieran's shop, the cool air of the bustling city swept over them, stirring the quiet between them. Maya felt a lightness within her as she walked beside Astron, the energy of the exchange lingering in her thoughts. Kieran had outdone himself, and it filled her with pride knowing she had introduced her junior to someone so capable.

After a moment, she glanced sideways at Astron, her voice casual but carrying a hint of curiosity. "So, what do you think of Kieran now?"

Astron's gaze remained forward, but there was a faint glint of respect in his violet eyes. "He is, without question, the most talented Magic Engineer I've encountered." He paused, his voice even but carrying a quiet weight. "You truly have a genius friend, Senior."

Maya's lips curved into a pleased smile, warmth blooming in her chest at the words. She had always known Kieran's brilliance, but hearing Astron acknowledge it like this felt like a victory of sorts, for both her and her friend.

"I knew you'd come to see it," she replied, her tone lightly teasing but with an unmistakable pride. "Kieran might be eccentric, but when it comes to his craft, there's no one more dedicated."

"It's a rare trait," he admitted. "His confidence is earned. And with his skill… he'll be an asset."

Maya nodded in agreement, feeling a surge of satisfaction as they continued down the busy streets of the city.

The anticipation of what lay ahead mingled with a newfound resolve within her. She would continue to grow, master her strengths, and support Astron with everything she had.

They walked in quiet companionship, the sounds of the city a gentle hum around them as they made their way through the bustling streets.

Maya could feel the weight of what was left unsaid between them, a silent acknowledgment that this moment, like many before it, would soon be a memory.

The time for Astron to depart was approaching, and she had her own responsibilities to attend to, tasks that would occupy her time in his absence.

'It's just part of it,'

she thought, her gaze drifting to him.

'We both have our own paths, things to accomplish before we cross paths again.'

A faint pang of regret lingered beneath her calm exterior, though she refused to let it show. She had resolved not to cling to these moments, to respect the quiet understanding they shared. Knowing he would be leaving felt different this time; rather than feeling untethered, she felt a steady resolve, as if their connection, however brief, had fortified her own purpose.

Finally, as they reached the edge of the marketplace, she turned to him, a calm smile on her lips. "So, I suppose you'll be heading off soon," she said, her tone light but carrying a quiet undertone of acceptance.

Astron met her gaze, his expression as composed as ever but with a flicker of understanding. "Yes," he replied, a hint of softness in his voice.

Astron's acknowledgment settled between them, as quiet as the city's early evening hum.

Maya's heart beat a little faster, the thought that this might be one of their last moments together and she wouldn't see him for a little while flickering insistently in her mind. She took a quiet breath, searching for the right words to let him know she wanted just one more thing.

Steeling herself, she glanced up at him, feeling the flush of warmth already spreading across her cheeks. "Junior…" she began her voice barely a whisper, her blue eyes shimmering with a hint of crimson. "Would it be all right if I… drink, just once more?"

He met her gaze, understanding dawning in his violet eyes, and for a moment, he simply looked at her.

She felt the intensity of his gaze, his silence conveying more than any words could have. Then, with a brief glance around, he nodded slightly and gestured to a narrow, quiet alley nearby.

She followed her steps lightly yet purposefully.

Once they were out of sight, Maya turned to him, her heartbeat echoing loudly in her ears. She hesitated only a moment before stepping forward, her hands reaching up to rest lightly against his chest. And in one swift motion, she pressed him back against the cool stone wall, her breath catching as she looked up into his eyes. In the dim, quiet space, the tension between them felt almost palpable.

Her gaze lingered on him, her hands sliding to his shoulders as her fangs emerged, and she could feel the primal side of her stirring.

"Go." Astron's voice was low, calm.

With that, she leaned in, her lips grazing his neck before her fangs pierced his skin, releasing the rush of warmth she craved.

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As they stepped out of the narrow alley, Maya felt the lingering warmth spread through her, her cheeks flushed despite her best efforts to appear composed. The soft hum of the city had returned, but the taste of his blood still lingered on her tongue, a reminder of the moment they'd just shared. The "post-drink clarity," as she'd come to call it in private, settled over her in full force, pulling her mind back into focus with a mix of exhilaration and acute self-awareness.

'What am I doing?'

she thought, mortified but unable to suppress the quiet thrill. Every time she'd drunk from him, she'd felt it—this delicate line between the control she struggled to maintain and the raw instinct that surged up within her.

Next to her, Astron remained steady and calm, his expression unchanged as he walked, a picture of composure that only deepened her embarrassment. She could still feel the way his heartbeat had pulsed against her lips, the steady rhythm unflinching even as she drank. He made it seem like nothing at all, while she struggled to keep her own reaction in check.

'Get a grip, Maya,'

she scolded herself, though her pulse quickened again as she remembered his calm command, the trust he'd placed in her even in her most vulnerable state.

Trying to ground herself, she cast a sideways glance at him. "I, uh…" she stammered, searching for the right words to break the silence. "Thank you."

He looked over at her, his expression as composed as ever, though there was a slight raise of his brow as if amused by her flustered state. "It's not a problem," he replied simply as if he hadn't just allowed her to indulge in something so deeply personal.

Her cheeks reddened further, and she let out a soft, nervous laugh.

'How can he be so unaffected?'

she wondered, though his calm grounded her in a way she hadn't expected.

The rush of warmth and satisfaction in her chest was slowly giving way to a deeper insight, an understanding she hadn't fully grasped before. Each time she'd drunk from him, she'd been reminded of the power that lay within her, a force she had always kept tightly controlled.

And yet, it was through him, through the quiet trust he placed in her, that she was learning not just to control it, but to embrace it without fear.

'This isn't just hunger,'

she realized, her gaze lingering on him as they continued to walk. '

It's a connection… a part of me that doesn't have to be hidden or suppressed.'

As the clarity settled within her, she felt a renewed sense of purpose. She wanted to become stronger—not simply to hold her powers in check, but to wield them fully, to trust herself as he did.

And when the time came, she wanted to stand beside him, not as someone needing to be grounded, but as someone he could rely on without question.

Astron's gaze flicked her way, catching her introspective expression, and he nodded slightly as if he already knew the thoughts stirring in her mind. His calm steadiness only solidified her resolve, and though her heart still beat faster at the memory of her lips grazing his neck, she felt a quiet, steady strength fill her.

'Next time,'

she promised herself,

'I'll be even stronger.'

Maya took a steadying breath, feeling the last traces of warmth settle within her as she glanced over at Astron, her curiosity piqued. She opened her mouth, trying to keep her voice calm. "Is it… time?"

He met her gaze, his expression composed but carrying a hint of something unreadable. "Not quite," he replied, a flicker of anticipation in his eyes. "There's one thing left."

Her brows lifted slightly as she waited, intrigued until he continued. "Can you recommend a good place for alchemical purposes?"

Maya tilted her head, momentarily surprised. "Alchemical purposes?" she echoed, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

Astron nodded, his expression unwavering. "Yes. I need to brew a particular concoction. It's important, and I want to ensure it's done properly." His tone was steady, but she could sense the underlying seriousness, an unspoken weight in his words.

She considered his request, tapping a finger thoughtfully against her chin. "A concoction," she repeated, her intrigue only growing. "Well, if you're looking for a quality place, I know of a few options. One is a little out of the way, but their ingredients are some of the finest, and they keep everything organized by region, potency, and magical alignment."

Astron shook his head slightly, his expression still calm. "I don't need ingredients. What I need is quality equipment."

Maya's eyebrows lifted in surprise as the realization dawned on her. "You're the one brewing it?"

He gave a small nod as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Yes. I've been practicing for a while."

She tilted her head, a glint of curiosity sparking in her eyes. "You know how to brew concoctions?"

A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "It's a useful skill," he replied. "There are some things only I can make correctly, especially when it comes to preparations needed for… particular situations."

Maya let out a soft chuckle, unable to hide her admiration. "You never cease to surprise me, Junior." She gestured ahead, the intrigue deepening in her gaze. "Well, then, I think this place will suit your needs perfectly. They have the finest equipment, and their setups are kept in meticulous condition."

As they continued through the city, she cast a sidelong glance at him, curiosity bubbling up. "May I?"

"You may, Senior. You may."

Maya was happy.

Chapter 640 - Concocting (4)

Maya gestured down the street, her voice light and slightly playful. "May I?"

Astron gave her a brief, knowing nod. "You may, Senior. You may."

A pleased smile crossed her lips as she took the lead, guiding him through the lively streets and weaving through smaller alleyways until they arrived at a polished building tucked just out of sight of the busier market paths. The shop was unassuming from the outside, its sign discreet, but the faint scent of rare herbs and the hum of magic in the air marked it as a place of exceptional quality.

Inside, the shop was immaculate, with shelves organized by alchemical category and equipment displayed in neat rows, each piece crafted with precision. Glass containers of rare ingredients lined the walls, and well-lit workstations showcased an array of finely honed alchemical tools, each one gleaming under carefully placed lights.

As they stepped in, a few staff members glanced over, their expressions shifting from polite professionalism to recognition as they spotted Maya. One of the shopkeepers, a tall, poised woman with silver hair, stepped forward and offered a courteous bow.

"Lady Evergreen," she greeted with a respectful smile. "It's an honor to have you here again. How may we assist you?"

Maya returned the smile, her presence calm yet carrying an unmistakable authority. "Thank you, Selenia. My friend here needs access to some of your finest equipment—a workspace with quality instruments for brewing."

The shopkeeper's gaze flickered over to Astron, assessing him briefly before nodding. "Of course, Lady Evergreen. We have a few private setups available in the back, equipped with our highest-grade apparatus. You're welcome to inspect them first."

She gestured for them to follow, and Maya led Astron through the rows of pristine equipment, her quiet pride in the shop evident. As they reached a secluded workspace outfitted with the most precise tools and enchanted instruments, she glanced at him, a glimmer of satisfaction in her eyes.

"Will this do?" she asked, tilting her head slightly, her tone light.

Astron stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the equipment before giving a small nod of approval. "It's perfect," he said, a subtle weight to his words as he met her gaze.

Maya felt a quiet thrill of satisfaction knowing she had guided him to exactly what he needed. And as they settled in, the familiar scent of potent herbs and the hum of magical energy in the air reminded her of the influence and resources she possessed—an advantage she was more than willing to share with him.

he attendant looked to Astron, her expression polite and professional. "Do you require any materials, sir? We can supply almost anything within immediate reach. However, if it's a rare item, we may need to place an order from the storehouse."

Astron turned to her, his gaze steady. "I only need high-quality Aetherial Water."

The attendant's eyes lit up with understanding. Aetherial Water was widely used by alchemists to boil concoctions, favored for its stable magical conductivity and purity, which allowed ingredients to meld seamlessly without destabilizing the mixture. While it wasn't the rarest of items, the high demand meant it was usually stored with priority.

With a respectful bow, the attendant replied, "Of course, sir. I will bring the Aetherial Water shortly." She paused, then inclined her head further. "Was there anything else you required?"

Astron shook his head, his voice calm. "No, that will be enough."

The attendant nodded with a courteous smile, disappearing from the workspace to retrieve the water. As they waited, Maya observed Astron with quiet admiration, noting the calm precision with which he prepared the workspace, each movement as deliberate as if he'd done this a thousand times.

In this rare moment, she felt she was glimpsing a side of him few others had the privilege to see.

Maya watched as Astron moved around the alchemy lab, his steps unhurried yet purposeful. The room was a blend of ancient magic and modern science, each piece of equipment meticulously arranged on counters that hummed with a faint arcane glow. Glass beakers and crystal vials lined the shelves, enchanted burners beneath them pulsing with magical energy instead of flames. Above the central workspace, a shimmering crystal panel displayed an overlay of the ambient mana levels in the room, adjusting automatically to maintain balance—a feature Maya had only heard about.

Astron slipped a hand into his spatial storage and began withdrawing a series of small containers, each holding rare ingredients with potency that Maya could sense even at a distance. A few were marked with the sigils of distant lands, and one, a faintly glowing herb, radiated an energy she couldn't quite place. He arranged them on the table with practiced ease, his attention sharp, his every movement as precise as if he were on a battlefield.

Unable to resist her curiosity, she leaned in, her voice light yet inquisitive. "What exactly are you planning to make, Junior?"

Astron's gaze didn't waver as he began sorting through the ingredients, his violet eyes reflecting the faint, otherworldly glow of the equipment.

"It's a specially created concoction targeted a certain enemy," he said, his tone matter-of-fact.

Maya's curiosity sharpened as she watched Astron arrange the ingredients, her gaze lingering on the rare plants and roots. His response had been cryptic enough to stir her intrigue, so she leaned in slightly, unable to resist asking, "What kind of enemy are you targeting with this?"

Astron's gaze shifted briefly to her, his expression unreadable. "An adversary that requires... particular preparations," he replied, his tone distant, as if he were weighing how much to reveal.

The words hung in the air, leaving her with more questions than answers. But as she observed his unchanging expression, she understood that it wasn't a subject he wanted to delve into. Respecting his privacy, she offered him a slight nod and turned her attention back to the array of ingredients spread across the table.

Her gaze fell upon the plants, her eyes widening slightly in recognition as she picked out two of them. "Celial Nightshade…" she murmured, her fingers brushing just above its dark petals without touching. "And Voidroot… I didn't think anyone could get these so easily."

Both plants were nearly impossible to acquire, even for her family, whose reach extended across the continent. The Celial Nightshade, a striking bloom known to appear only under the rare light of a blue moon, possessed an essence potent enough to disrupt mana flow in any creature. Voidroot, on the other hand, was a dense, dark root that grew deep in desolate wastelands, its nature capable of absorbing and nullifying surrounding mana. The presence of these rare specimens hinted at an enemy of considerable power.

As she moved her gaze to the remaining three, her curiosity deepened. The plants were unfamiliar, their properties unknown to her.

She glanced up at him, her tone soft but filled with awe. "These ingredients… I've only ever seen two of them, even in my family's reserves. The others…" she trailed off, a mix of admiration and bewilderment flickering in her eyes. "I don't even recognize them."

Astron's gaze remained steady as he looked at the ingredients, each rare component laid out with purpose. He turned to Maya, his voice calm but carrying a depth of knowledge that caught her full attention.

"Hernetrgrass," he began, gesturing to the shimmering silver plant, "resonates with dimensional magic. It's a catalyst for spells that distort or fold space. In this mixture, it will amplify the radius of any effect without weakening it. Useful for handling evasive or multi-dimensional foes."

Maya's eyes widened slightly as she nodded, absorbing the information with interest.

He moved to the next plant, his fingers brushing near the Dokebloom. "This one's called Dokebloom. Its petals contain faint traces of dragon's blood, making it especially potent against draconic creatures and any beings with scaled resilience. It heightens the mixture's potency and penetrative power, breaking through tougher defenses."

Her eyes lingered on the vibrant petals, marveling at the subtle glow within. This was beyond anything she'd encountered in her family's collections, a realm of expertise that spoke to battles far beyond the usual.

Finally, he gestured toward the blue moss, its cold aura almost palpable in the alchemy lab's warm atmosphere. "Rostglow Moss," he said, his tone as cool as the moss itself. "It's able to slow down regenerative abilities—most effective against creatures that heal unnaturally fast. In the right doses, it can suppress healing without harming the host body itself, allowing the other ingredients to work effectively."

She felt a ripple of awe as she listened, each ingredient unveiling the precision of his intentions, tailored for an enemy unlike any she could imagine. This concoction was a weapon in its own right.

Just as he finished, the door opened quietly, and the attendant stepped in, carrying a carefully sealed bottle filled with Aetherial Water. She approached Astron with a respectful bow, holding out the bottle.

"Here is the Aetherial Water, sir," she said, her voice courteous. "Is there anything else you need?"

Astron accepted the bottle with a nod. "No, this is sufficient. Thank you."

The attendant offered another brief bow before leaving them alone once more. Astron uncorked the bottle, carefully pouring the water into the beaker. As the liquid settled

Astron adjusted the burner beneath the beaker, his focus sharpening as he carefully raised the temperature. The Aetherial Water shimmered, its surface rippling with a faint, silvery glow as it began to heat up. Maya watched, noting how the liquid maintained its stability, adapting to the precise adjustments he made.

She recalled that Aetherial Water was highly valued not just for its purity, but because it buffered errors—ensuring that if an ingredient was added at the wrong moment, its properties wouldn't degrade, preserving the potency and essence of each element.

Astron's gaze remained steady on the beaker, his hands moving with calm precision as he reached for the Celial Nightshade first. His expression was completely focused, his normally composed demeanor taking on a fierce intensity as he worked.

Each of his movements was deliberate as he added the Nightshade with a controlled pour, watching as it melted seamlessly into the shimmering liquid, turning it a shade darker.

Maya felt her pulse quicken, mesmerized by the shift in his expression. She had seen him calm and composed many times before, yet this focus was different—unyielding as if he were holding each second in his control, ready to confront whatever enemy awaited.

The sharp lines of his face, highlighted by the light above, seemed more defined, his features taking on a lethal edge that sent a subtle shiver through her.

'Sigh…..It really is something now….

' she wondered, unable to look away. There was a strength in his expression that felt almost tangible, a force she could sense even from where she stood.

He continued, adding the Voidroot with the same exacting care, the liquid deepening to a murky.

And well….The glow of the burner cast shadows across his face, emphasizing the intensity of his gaze.

Making her forget the purpose of the concoction altogether, lost in the dangerous allure of his focus.

His face, hardened by purpose, looked as though he belonged on a battlefield—yet here he was, wielding knowledge and precision like a weapon, crafting something as deadly as any blade.

And in that quiet space, as the concoction continued to take shape, Maya felt herself drawn deeper into this unexpected side of Astron.

Chapter 641 - Concocting (5)

As Astron continued his work, Maya observed him remembering the information regarding the complexities involved in alchemy.

She had seen alchemical processes before, but watching Astron now, it became clear that potion brewing wasn't just a matter of adding ingredients at the right temperature and timing.

If that were the case, anyone could attempt it with a bit of study. But there was something more, something essential that only a true alchemist could wield—a skill only Awakened practitioners possessed.

Alchemy required more than practical knowledge and precise temperature control; it demanded an alchemist's mana, channeled carefully into the brew. The herbs he was using were not ordinary; they were evolved plants, infused with natural defenses and resistance, making them nearly impossible to blend through physical means alone.

They required mana to activate and harmonize their properties, and this was where the skill of a true alchemist came in.

Of course, that did not mean every alchemy product needed to be produced by an Awakened as with the recent development of the Magic Engineering, even ordinary people who couldn't command mana directly would be able to generate mana from Mana Machineries.

But for those at higher levels, that was a completely different case. One needs to have such precise control of mana and a high level of mana that, at that point, they might as well have become a direct hunter themselves.

Such was the scene before Maya.

As Astron reached a critical point in the process, he extended his hand over the beaker, his gaze focused and began channeling his mana into the mixture.

A faint glow emanated from his hand, and Maya could feel the energy resonating through the room. The liquid in the beaker responded, its color shifting subtly as his mana guided the mixture, binding the essence of each ingredient in a careful balance.

She watched in awe as he navigated the process, his control unwavering, adjusting the flow of his mana with an expertise that made it look deceptively easy.

But she knew better. This was one of the reasons alchemists were rare; the task required not only theoretical knowledge but the ability to channel mana with finesse and precision, an ability only an Awakened individual with years of training could possess.

Maya's gaze remained fixed on Astron, her thoughts drifting as she watched him channel his mana with a precision that bordered on artistry. The glow from his hand pulsed in harmony with the mixture, guiding it through each subtle transition, each shift in energy. She couldn't help but feel a surge of pride—hadn't she been the one to first guide him on how to control mana and use it effectively?

'Indeed, should I be proud?'

she wondered, the thought filling her with a quiet satisfaction.

But then she paused, the memory of those early days flashing through her mind. She shook her head lightly, recalling how quickly he had picked up everything she'd shown him. Even then, it hadn't really been her doing; it was his innate talent, his natural aptitude that had brought him this far.

'No… I didn't do too much,'

she admitted to herself.

'It was always his own potential—his skill, his drive. I merely pointed him in the right direction.'

As Astron continued his work, Maya shook her head.

*******

On the other side, Astron leaned over the beaker, his focus absolute as he sent a thin thread of mana into the simmering mixture.

The alchemical components required a gentle, steady hand; any slip and the entire concoction would lose its potency. His gaze sharpened, his breath even, as he calibrated the flow of his mana.

'Alchemy, like so many disciplines, is a matter of control,'

he thought, weaving a thread of mana into the liquid as he would like he was training with

Reina

, an exercise in managing disparate forces to create unity.

He recalled his early days of training, where each discipline had shown him pieces of the same puzzle.

'Martial arts, mana shields, even refining the perception of my [Eyes]—they all come back to one thing: resonance.'

As he continued, Astron carefully balanced the threads of mana that flowed from his fingers, layering them in delicate synchrony. His training with Reina on filtering mana psions sharpened his focus; each thread now resonated with the unique qualities of the ingredients he introduced.

'It's all part of the same principle,'

he reflected, his focus unwavering.

'Every technique I've mastered—creating a shield, splitting my attention across multiple tasks, manipulating psions to sift through information—it all hinges on precision, on finding the right balance and frequency.'

He guided the energy with deliberate care, watching as the Aetherial Water pulsed with each addition.

The liquid began to change color with each ingredient, its energy waves shifting in response to the interaction of mana. It was a dance of forces, each one influencing the other in subtle, complex ways.

'Alchemy isn't just mixing ingredients; it's about aligning each element's mana signature,

' he thought, his hands moving with practiced precision.

'Each one has a natural resonance, a rhythm that needs to be preserved to achieve the desired effect. A disruption in that rhythm, even for a moment, could destabilize the entire brew.'

Astron reached for the Dokebloom, gently adding its vivid petals to the mix, the silvery hue deepening with its introduction.

The potion began to emit a faint glow as he channeled his mana, harmonizing the natural mana waves of each ingredient, keeping the temperature stable through precise adjustments to his own energy.

'It's the same principle as any defense or attack spell,'

he mused, sensing the familiar feedback from the potion.

'Different, but fundamentally the same—find the natural resonance, adjust, and guide it forward. There's no forcing here; only aligning.'

As he let the Voidroot dissolve, the liquid took on a murky tone, absorbing mana with an intensity that made the air around him grow denser.

His mind went back to his training as a [Martial Artist]—how he had trained his body to move seamlessly, each part in unity with the whole, creating one singular, fluid motion.

That practice had been for battle; this, though different, demanded the same awareness and fluidity.

'This is also why, most of the high-ranked Awakened tends to focus on multiple disciplines.'

With one final touch, he added the Rostglow Moss, allowing its cold aura to infuse the mixture. As his mana threaded through the brew, he felt the liquid's energy settle, each component attuned, harmonizing with the rest. He watched as the mana waves rippled, locking into place.

'It's as if each skill is connected, each thread of knowledge leading to the next. Everything... linked.

The potion's glow steadied, and Astron allowed himself a small, satisfied breath. As he stepped back, he could feel the weight of the task settle into a quiet sense of accomplishment. All around him, the alchemical equipment hummed softly, the air thick with the mingled scents of rare herbs, magic, and precision.

'And, now, the concoction is complete.'

Astron observed the potion before him, noting the calm stability of the mixture. Contrary to the dramatic reactions one might imagine in tales of wild alchemy, there was no explosive flash or rolling cloud of smoke; the potion simply settled, its energies in perfect harmony, emanating a soft, steady glow.

And that was how it was supposed to be.

Alchemy was about balance—not about chaos. This particular brew, crafted with such precision and attention, embodied that principle.

With each element perfectly aligned, there was no need for spectacle; only a quiet completion, a product of discipline and finesse.

Just then, a soft voice broke the silence. "Is it over?"

He turned slightly, almost surprised to find Maya standing beside him, her gaze trained on the potion with a mix of curiosity and admiration. In his focus, he had almost forgotten she was there, so immersed in the flow of mana that her presence had faded into the background.

"Yes," he replied, meeting her gaze with a nod. "It's finished."

Maya's eyes lingered on the potion, a faint smile touching her lips as she glanced back at him. "It's quite beautiful. There's a sense of… control in it."

Astron nodded, understanding the sentiment perfectly. "Alchemy, for the most part, is about finding equilibrium. With this one, if every component resonates just right, there's no need for flashy reactions."

Maya's gaze lingered on the softly glowing potion, a faint smile touching her lips as she glanced back at Astron. "You're truly someone who can do a wide range of things, Junior," she remarked, a hint of playful admiration in her tone. But as her curiosity grew, she couldn't resist asking, "When did you even learn alchemy?"

Astron looked at her, his expression thoughtful before he replied, "I didn't specifically learn alchemy. What you're seeing is just the result of learning how to control mana with a high level of detail. That's what makes this possible."

Her brows lifted in surprise, and she tilted her head slightly. "So, you just… adapted the skills you learned from somewhere else to alchemy?"

He nodded, his gaze steady. "Exactly. Mana control, once mastered, can be applied to a wide range of disciplines. In fact," he continued, his tone calm yet encouraging, "if you were to research alchemy, with your skills as a mage, you'd be able to do the same without much effort. You already possess the necessary arsenal."

Maya looked back at the potion, her mind stirring with the possibilities.

'Interesting, can I really do it?'

The idea that her own knowledge of mana could translate into alchemical skill was both surprising and invigorating.

'Maybe, if what he says is entirely true.' Her excitement was tempered by skepticism. 'But… why do I feel like it won't be as easy as he says?'

Even as she doubted, an idea was already forming in her mind. She met his gaze, the glimmer of eagerness unmistakable in her eyes. "You make it sound like it's entirely within reach," she mused, her voice soft but edged with curiosity.

Astron gave a slight nod, his expression steady with quiet certainty. "It is, for those who have the skill and the patience. You're more than capable, Senior."

Maya's lips curved into a smile as her resolve settled. "Then… when you have the time, you'll teach me about alchemy at the academy."

Astron raised an eyebrow, his tone mildly evasive. "I'm sure there are better candidates for that."

"But I want you to do it," she insisted, her tone playful yet earnest. "Promise?"

He looked at her, momentarily silent.

"Promise?" she repeated, eyes unwavering.

"When I have 'free' time," he relented, a faint sigh escaping him, trying his best to leave an open end.

Her smile widened. "It's a deal, then."

"…..A deal…."

Maya was indeed really happy at that moment.

Chapter 642 - Finding the Dungeon

"…..A deal…."

After saying that, Astron reached into his spatial storage and retrieved a sleek, reinforced vial, its surface engraved with faintly glowing runes designed to maintain the concoction's potency over time.

The bottle was crafted with alchemical enhancements specifically meant for volatile or high-powered mixtures, a detail Maya recognized immediately. For concoctions of this caliber, quality storage was essential; without it, the effects would inevitably fade, weakening the potion's intended purpose.

He poured the finished mixture carefully, allowing the dark, shimmering liquid to flow into the bottle. The runes activated immediately upon contact, casting a soft light over the potion as they worked to stabilize and preserve it. When he was finished, he sealed the bottle tightly, observing it for a brief moment to ensure the preservation enchantments had taken effect.

Satisfied, Astron finally stood, his gaze flicking from the vial to Maya. "That should keep it secure," he said, tucking the vial into a hidden compartment within his storage.

Maya watched him, an appreciative glint in her eyes. "It's amazing how much preparation goes into just storing it. I see now that the process doesn't end with the brewing," she observed thoughtfully.

Even though that was the basic knowledge in theory, seeing it firsthand was indeed interesting all the time.

Astron nodded, his expression calm. "Preservation is just as essential as the brewing itself. With the right storage, the effects remain intact. Without it, the potency would diminish before it could ever be used."

With the potion securely stored, Astron gave the alchemy station one last glance, ensuring everything was in place. Satisfied, he straightened and stood up, the purpose that had brought him here now complete.

Maya, sensing his movement, looked up at him with a hint of curiosity. "Have you finished?"

He gave a slight nod. "Yes. That's everything I needed."

"I see."

Hearing his reply, Maya's gaze drifted downward, a quiet ache settling in her chest. She had known this moment would come—had prepared herself, even. But knowing didn't make it easier.

The completion of the potion signaled the end of his purpose here, and she understood what that meant: Astron would be leaving the city, continuing on his path, and she, in turn, would resume hers. She had resolved not to cling to these moments, to let him go with grace, but now, standing here, the reality was far more tangible than the calm acceptance she'd envisioned.

'So… it's really time,'

she thought, a slight pang of regret rippling through her as she looked at him, his expression calm, collected, with the same steady composure he carried into everything he did.

Maya took a steadying breath, lifting her gaze back to him, her expression composed despite the quiet sadness lingering in her eyes. Though she wanted to prolong it a little more.

"Then….Let's leave."

Astron gave a small nod, acknowledging her unspoken desire to accompany him a little further. "All right," he replied, his voice steady as always. He moved toward the door, and Maya followed suit, a small flicker of relief settling within her. This walk to the station would give her a few more moments, a quiet farewell of sorts.

As they exited the alchemical lab, the attendant was waiting outside, her posture attentive and polite. Her gaze shifted to Astron, and a faint blush rose to her cheeks, lingering a second longer than necessary as she took in his strikingly sharp features.

Maya noticed the attendant's reaction and fought back a smirk. Astron's new look, combined with his intense, composed aura, certainly seemed to draw attention.

The attendant inclined her head respectfully, directing her attention back to Maya. "Lady Evergreen, thank you for your visit. Please feel free to return at any time."

Maya nodded with quiet assurance, her expression calm but friendly. With her family's connection to the establishment, no transaction was required; the shop's relationship with the Evergreen family ensured that Maya and her guests were always taken care of.

Without further words, the attendant stepped aside, offering a final respectful bow as she escorted them toward the exit. Maya could feel her lingering gaze on Astron as they moved out of sight, but she resisted the urge to comment. As they stepped into the open air, the cool breeze of the city greeted them, carrying with it the sounds of distant chatter and footsteps.

They started toward the train station, the city streets alive with people going about their daily routines.

Maya walked beside him, savoring these quiet, final moments, the unspoken understanding between them a comfort as they made their way through the bustling heart of the city.

As they walked together toward the train station, Maya felt an inexplicable tension rising within her. It was a quiet, persistent sense of foreboding, as though her instincts were whispering a warning she couldn't ignore. Somehow, she knew Astron would face danger again—greater than anything he'd encountered before. The thought unsettled her, and before she could stop herself, she glanced at him and spoke.

"You're going to put yourself in danger again, aren't you?" Her voice was soft, but there was a note of worry underlying her words.

Astron looked at her, his expression composed but carrying a certain unyielding certainty. "One's life is always at risk as long as they are weak," he replied calmly. "I believe you know that as well, Senior."

Maya nodded, understanding the truth in his words but still feeling an ache of protest rising within her. She didn't want to leave it at that, her gaze sharp as she continued, "While being weak does put one's life at risk, that doesn't mean you have to die on the path of becoming strong. There's a difference."

Astron's expression softened just slightly, a hint of understanding in his gaze. "I will not die," he replied, his tone resolute, carrying an assurance that felt almost unbreakable.

There was no hesitation, no hint of uncertainty in his voice. It was as though he had decided this as surely as he had chosen his path forward.

"I see…. Then, I have nothing to say more."

Maya let out a quiet breath, her gaze drifting to Astron's side profile. The silence hung between them, a mutual understanding and a quiet respect mingling with her lingering concern. Just as she thought to leave the conversation as it was, he turned to meet her gaze, his violet eyes calm and steady.

"I understand your worry," he said, his voice even, "but remember, you have your own path to walk. There are things you need to achieve and focus on as well."

Maya nodded, a faint smile crossing her lips. "Of course," she replied, recalling the breakfast they'd shared and the words he'd spoken then. His reminder echoed in her mind, a quiet but firm guide urging her to face the inner conflict she'd been avoiding. She knew the importance of mastering her [Inner Demon], confronting the other consciousness within her, and finding the balance that would allow her to wield her powers freely and safely.

She sighed softly, recognizing the truth in his words. As much as she worried for him, she also knew she couldn't spend her energy solely on that.

'I know I can't just worry about you all the time,' she

admitted to herself, her inner voice laced with both resolve and warmth.

'I have my own challenges to face—and I'll face them.'

They continued their walk through the bustling streets, Maya's voice filling the quiet spaces between them. She talked about small things—the city's charm, her thoughts on certain spells she was experimenting with, even light-hearted complaints about Academy life. Astron listened patiently, letting her have her time as she animatedly recounted stories.

As they moved along, she occasionally glanced his way, catching the subtle attentiveness in his expression. Though he didn't say much, his presence alone felt reassuring.

However, after a while, the scenery shifted, the streets opening into a bustling square filled with vendors, street musicians, and the steady hum of morning life.

They had reached the Ardmont City Center. The plaza sprawled before them, with its old, cobbled pathways and vibrant energy capturing the heart of the city in every sight and sound.

Maya's voice trailed off as they stepped into the square, her gaze drifting to the lively scene around them. She let out a soft breath, her expression calm but carrying a hint of wistfulness as she took it all in. For a moment, she simply stood beside him, savoring the vibrancy of the city and the quiet certainty of his presence.

Maya's gaze lingered on the bustling city center for a moment before she turned to him, a faint smile crossing her lips. "Will you be using the Teleportation Center?" she asked, her voice steady though she felt a hint of reluctance in asking.

"Yes," Astron replied, confirming her suspicions. He had indeed chosen the Teleportation Center for his next destination, a practical decision but one that signaled the end of their time together here.

Maya's fingers tightened around the hem of her coat as she nodded, her gaze dropping momentarily. "So… you're leaving, then?"

"Yes," he replied, his tone calm and certain. He paused for a moment before adding, with a trace of dry humor, "But, Senior, don't be so dramatic. The academy starts in two weeks."

Maya's smile returned, small but genuine, as his words settled in. She knew he was right—this parting wasn't permanent. In just a short time, they would see each other again, training, studying, and perhaps sharing more quiet moments just like this.

"I know," she said, the lightness returning to her voice. "It's just… a pity, that's all. These moments pass so quickly."

Astron inclined his head, a quiet acknowledgment in his gaze. "Time moves fast. That is why, it is this valuable, isn't it?"

"Heh….That is right."

Maya nodded with a soft smile, her gaze lingering on him for a moment before she lifted her hand to his collar, gently straightening it with practiced ease. Her fingers moved down, smoothing the front of his coat, a small, almost imperceptible gesture of care as she quietly fussed over his appearance.

"There," she murmured, stepping back slightly. "Farewell, Junior. Take care of yourself."

Astron offered her a faint smile, a rare expression that softened his otherwise composed features. "I will," he replied, his voice steady but carrying a hint of warmth.

'Ah, really….'

His smile lingered just a fraction longer, and for an instant, her heart fluttered, the simplicity of it catching her off guard.

But she kept her composure, reminding herself of the roles they played—she was his senior, after all. She steadied herself with a quiet breath, the fondness slipping into her smile.

"Good," she said, her tone light but resolute. "I'll see you soon."

With a final nod, Astron turned and made his way toward the Teleportation Center, leaving her standing amidst the vibrant crowd.

Chapter 643 - Finding the Dungeon (2)

After Senior Maya left, the City Center hummed around me.

'The amulet should address parts of her problem,'

I thought, heading toward the teleportation center tucked within the square.

I'd designed it with her dual nature in mind, hoping it might help bridge the ever-present chasm between her vampiric instincts and human discipline.

These two sides of her—one refined and controlled, the other primal and unrestrained—were locked in a near-constant struggle, and her attempts to suppress the latter wouldn't end well.

'Typical suppression of something so innate rarely does,'

I mused, weaving between the throng of people. I'd seen the signs—the way she leaned on me, her dependency growing dangerously close to addiction. It was a reliance I couldn't afford to encourage.

My path was my own, and hers, ultimately, would have to be hers.

The urge to dampen that darkness within herself was strong, but darkness resisted suppression. I'd ordered the amulet as a reminder of that, hoping she'd find a way to face her nature with balance instead of denial.

It was strange, perhaps, to think of such things as I walked through a crowd of strangers, faces blurring past in moments.

But the irony wasn't lost on me. The life we lived was a balancing act—instincts, intellect, strength, and restraint. She needed to find her own balance, or that very dependency would become her undoing.

The teleportation center loomed ahead, the steel archways catching the morning light, and I let my pace quicken. I had little time to linger on Maya's path; I'd set her on it and give her what she needed. It was up to her now.

'She'll be stronger for it if she achieves the state….If not, then we need to find something else.'

I reminded myself.

I had no interest in being anyone's anchor, or rather it was not something that I could afford at that moment. Letting someone else dictate one's strength or stability was a gamble, and in a world like ours, gambles like that cost too much.

As the entrance to the teleportation center came into view, I kept my pace steady, weaving through the thinning crowd until I reached the counter. A middle-aged man with a clipboard greeted me with a brief glance before slipping into the standard, detached customer service mode.

"Identification, please," he said, his tone efficient but indifferent.

I slipped my Arcadia Hunter Academy student ID from my coat and handed it to him. As his eyes scanned the card, a subtle shift washed over his face. His expression softened, brows lifting slightly as he registered the insignia—prestige had its perks, even here.

"Oh, an Arcadia student," he said, voice edged with a newfound respect. "Welcome. Let's get you taken care of quickly."

With sudden enthusiasm, he turned to his terminal, fingers moving rapidly over the keyboard. "Destination?"

"Jarken City," I replied evenly. The sixth largest in the Federation and the heart of the western sector—exactly where I needed to be.

The man nodded, casting a glance at my ID again, perhaps to confirm what he was seeing before handing it back with a small, polite nod. "Gate J29," he said, now fully committed to his role of accommodating the Academy's reputation. He held out a printed ticket, his attitude a little more deferential than before. "Your portal is just down the left hallway, follow the signs. Safe travels."

I took the ticket, giving him a curt nod in return, then turned and made my way down the corridor. Gate J29 was within sight, an archway of glistening metal that hummed with the energy of portals activated for long-distance travel.

Stepping up to Gate J29, I handed my ticket to the attendant stationed beside the arch. The man, with practiced efficiency, scanned the ticket and gave a nod before activating the gate's controls. The portal hummed, the glow intensifying until the archway shimmered with rippling energy.

With a final glance back, I stepped forward. The familiar pull of spatial displacement took hold, but to me, it was no more disorienting than walking down a hallway. In an instant, I was through, stepping out on the other side into Jarken City's teleportation hall.

I barely paused, letting the flow of people carry me toward the exit. The familiarity of spatial travel had long dulled its effect on me, leaving no trace of the slight nausea or dizziness I'd once felt. I moved with purpose, reaching the hall's exit and stepping out into the heart of Jarken City Center.

The city sprawled around me, an impressive forest of skyscrapers gleaming beneath the midday sun. Streets bustled with energy, a constant stream of pedestrians, vendors, and the hum of distant engines. Jarken had the same imposing architecture as Ardmont, its towering buildings reaching skyward, each structure vying for dominance in the city's skyline.

I took in the scene, noting the efficiency and order of the bustling city—much like any other Federation metropolis.

Each face, every rushing figure.

I took in the cityscape for a brief moment, then began walking. Jarken City's towering structures and bustling streets faded into the background as my focus shifted to the task at hand. I reached into my coat, feeling the cold weight of the necklace I'd taken from Zharokath.

This was the key, the piece that would grant me access to the dungeon where the Void Dragon lay dormant. But finding the necklace was only the first step.

The real challenge would be locating the spatially sealed gate hidden somewhere in this vast western region. The Void Dragon's lair was locked away, concealed by ancient magic, and likely still guarded by defenses left by the Void Clan. I could almost feel the tension in my shoulders as I recalled the memory—the game's events flashing through my mind.

In the game's timeline, the emergence of the Void Dragon was nothing short of catastrophic. The Western Region was left in ruins, transformed into a desolate war zone.

I could still picture the endless waves of demonic humans flooding into the sixth-largest city, twisting the land with corruption and leaving the Federation's defenses shattered. The once-thriving cities had fallen one by one, turning into battlegrounds of chaos and bloodshed.

The sheer destruction the Void Dragon had brought to the region wasn't easily erased from memory. This creature wasn't merely another monster—it was a force capable of bending space and void energy to its will, leaving entire cities as mere rubble in its wake. But in this timeline, I aimed to intercept it, to claim the Voidborne trait before the world had a chance to crumble under its presence.

'And that is why, it is precisely harder for me to just pinpoint the location where the monster had appeared.'

I thought to myself. Even if I had a photographic memory and I had never forgotten something that I had once seen, I would still need to look around the city to find the exact location where the gate of the dungeon had appeared.

'It is also possible that the place where the dungeon appeared may not be where it is located.'

That was why, I was also considering not killing Zharokath, but knowing the kind of conviction he had, I knew for a fact that it would be nearly impossible to get something from him anyway.

I let my hand close around the necklace, feeling the cold weight of it as I moved through the crowded streets of Jarken City. This wasn't just some trinket from Zharokath—it was a key, holding faint traces of the same magic concealing the Void Dragon's gate.

Since I could tap into its mana signature, I might just be able to trace it back, and narrow down the gate's location somewhere within this endless city.

'This is where it starts,'

I reminded myself, slipping into the mindset of a tracker. This wouldn't be as simple as spotting some physical landmark.

No, magic like this operated on a subtler level, and I'd have to rely on resonance, matching my own mana with the remnants within the necklace to feel any trace it left behind.

Around me, the city continued on—people rushing by, horns blaring in the distance. It was as if everything was just slightly off in my perception, my focus is drawn away from the busy scene and back toward the intricate threads of mana, I could feel pulsing from the necklace.

With the city's hum fading behind me, I began my search for a vantage point, a place to focus and sense the delicate web of mana woven into the necklace. Every passing block brought me closer to a quieter part of Jarken City, where the din of crowds softened, replaced by the faint echoes of distant engines and the occasional footsteps of lone passersby.

It was here, in a less-traveled valley between towering buildings, that I spotted my target—a quiet, unassuming skyscraper standing at about forty floors.

I slipped into the shadow of the alley, activating [Shadowborne]. My form melded with the darkness, shrouding me in near invisibility as I approached the building. A quick glance confirmed the coast was clear, and I began my ascent, hands and feet finding silent purchase on the building's ledges and structural seams. The shadows hugged me, masking my movements as I rose higher, floor by floor, until the city's noise dwindled beneath me, leaving only the faint whistle of the wind.

At the rooftop, I crouched low, still cloaked in shadow. The city stretched out below, sprawling and alive, yet insignificant from this height. I took a deep breath, letting my mind hone in on the faint mana signature pulsing from the necklace in my hand.

Carefully, I reached inward, syncing my own mana with the lingering essence embedded in the necklace. The resonance began a subtle thrum in my senses, delicate yet unmistakable.

I could feel it—traces of that ancient magic trailing through the city like a network of threads, weaving and twisting through the cityscape. Somewhere within this expanse lay the entrance to the Void Dragon's lair.

Or at least that was what I hoped would happen.

'Let's hope things won't get harder than it is supposed to be. I don't have much time to waste.'

Since the time promised to meet with Irina was approaching after all.

Chapter 644 - Finding the Dungeon (3)

I tightened my grip on the necklace, letting my focus narrow to the faint psions of mana within it. Traces of the Void Dragon's ancient power were entwined in its essence, subtle but distinct if one knew where to look.

This dungeon wouldn't just reveal itself—it was too well-concealed for that. Even if the Federation's detectors were scouring every inch of the city, this magic was designed to slip past passive detection.

The seal meant to protect it from intruders likely had a backdoor, a flaw however small. Seals, however strong, needed some form of escape valve—a leeway, no matter how minute, that would allow the keyholder to access the contents within.

My goal was to hone in on that sliver, to pick up on the one psion out of place. It was more than a detection effort; it was a hunt for a misplaced signature in a forest of similar noise.

I concentrated, actively pushing my own mana outward in a refined wave. My [Eyes] narrowed in, filtering out the ambient hum of the city's mana and focusing only on the specific resonance within the necklace.

I sifted through it carefully, guiding my mana to latch onto the unique, elusive thread that would reveal any disturbance—a subtle tear in the air, a whisper that would lead me closer.

There, among the countless threads of mana, I felt it. A faint tremor, like a thread just a degree out of alignment. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but it was there—the mana pulse of the seal, winding like a thread beneath layers of cloaking enchantments.

The pulse grew clearer as I focused, like catching the faint glint of a needle buried in shadows. I let my mana resonate with the disturbance, amplifying the slight tremor and following its direction.

Each step I took, still cloaked in shadow, narrowed down the path toward that hidden entry point, concealed so deeply within the city's fabric that it almost seemed a part of it.

'This is it,'

I thought, maintaining the steady rhythm of [Shadowborne] as I descended from the rooftop. I slipped silently from ledge to ledge, shadows veiling my movements as I made my way down.

The city had no idea what was hidden within it—a layer of magic so ancient and camouflaged that even the Federation's monitoring wouldn't detect it. That was the advantage of old magic, woven from threads of power as subtle as they were powerful.

When I finally touched the ground, I checked the area around me before stepping from the alley. The signature led north, through the city's less-populated districts. As I walked, the necklace's resonance continued, guiding me.

The mana thread continued, faint but persistent, until I reached a narrow, quiet street lined with unmarked buildings. The mana pulse flickered here, the resonance from the necklace intensifying as if it had found a natural anchor point.

I stopped in my tracks, feeling the necklace's resonance intensify, each pulse now in sync with my heartbeat. Lifting my head, I let my gaze sweep over the narrow street before me, taking in every detail.

Shops lined one side of the street, their faded signs and worn facades fitting the general disuse of the area. A few streetlights dotted the walkway, casting muted halos of light over the cracked pavement.

Small trees framed each side, their branches reaching out like dark fingers against the overcast sky. The design of the pavement—subtle markings along the edges, the textures underfoot—all of it struck a chord.

And then it clicked.

This was it. The same street, the same exact scene I'd seen in that cutscene from the game, burned into my memory.

Every detail replayed in my mind: the appearance of the gate, tearing open reality as the Void Dragon emerged, its roar filling the screen and setting the Western Region's destruction into motion. It was unmistakable.

The match wasn't perfect—some details were different, no doubt due to the five-year gap from the original timeline. Shops had new signs, streetlights had been replaced or moved, and minor changes had been made to the layout of the area. But it was close enough to confirm.

'An %88 match. That is enough.'

I stepped back, taking in the narrow street where the necklace's resonance had intensified, grounding itself in the air around me like an invisible marker. Each pulse aligned with my own heartbeat, the rhythmic thrum an unmistakable signal that I'd arrived at the entry point.

But something was off. I scanned the street again, expecting security, wards, maybe even a concealed barrier—yet the street remained deserted, unguarded, almost welcoming. The faint glow of the necklace still resonated steadily, as though daring me to reach through the thin veil of reality that hid the dungeon.

'Strange,'

I thought, slipping a hand into my pocket. For a place holding something as volatile as the Void Dragon, there should've been a sign of protection—an invisible ward, a rune, even a subtle enchantment marking this as a danger zone. But there was nothing. Just the quiet, mundane pulse of an old street, unchanged to the eye.

I focused my mana into my [Eyes], allowing their sharpness to pierce through the buildings and surrounding structures. The ability revealed hidden paths, mana flows, and even concealed figures when used with precision. My vision expanded, tunneling beyond the walls and through the shadows cast by the dim streetlights, my mana sweeping the area for any sign of surveillance.

Nothing.

There were no guards lying in wait, no mana signatures marking hidden watchers, no latent spells woven into the structures around me. The space was clean—too clean. Almost deliberately so. It was as though whoever had concealed the dungeon wanted it overlooked, hidden not by force but by simplicity.

This lack of security, though seemingly ideal, only raised my suspicion. My instincts warned me that this could be a trap, something set up to lull intruders into a false sense of ease before springing on them unawares.

'Then again, perhaps the Void Clan trusted their magic enough to hide this place without guards,'

I mused, keeping my focus sharp as I stepped forward, tracing the faint trail of mana pulsing from the necklace.

The Void Dragon's gate wasn't meant to be easily found, but its concealment spell, now woven into the fabric of this unassuming street, felt almost… resigned as if the city had simply grown around it over centuries.

'Well, that is one way to hide things.'

I took a breath, letting the weight of the necklace's mana signature guide me, each step narrowing my focus until the concealment magic's threads started to come into view, faint but unmistakable.

The threads of mana began to weave more distinctly as if they were strands pulling me forward, guiding me closer with every step. I followed them through the narrow street, my presence cloaked in shadows until I reached the entrance of a small, unassuming shop nestled between two worn brick buildings. Its modest wooden sign hung slightly askew, reading "Barker's Market" in faded, peeling letters.

The shop's interior was dimly lit, shelves lined with goods ranging from fresh produce to dusty jars of herbs.

It felt oddly peaceful, the kind of place locals frequented without a second thought. Behind the counter stood an older man, his silver hair cropped short, his face lined with age but his eyes sharp, assessing every detail of his shop with quiet precision.

I moved through the narrow aisles, my movements as silent as the shadows wrapping around me, taking in each row of goods until the faint tug of mana guided me further in. I let the threads lead me to the back, where the shelves grew more crowded and disorganized, holding a mix of supplies that seemed largely untouched.

Finally, I stopped before a shelf lined with jars of dried roots and an assortment of old, worn containers. The necklace pulsed faintly in my hand, the mana threads intensifying around this spot. I reached out, extending my senses as I examined the shelf closely, looking beyond the surface appearance. The mana resonance here was unmistakable—a subtle distortion in the space itself, like a hidden layer lying just beneath reality.

'I see.'

I studied the shelf, a mismatched collection of old magazines, journals, and books collecting dust in the dim corner of the shop. Most were faded relics from the past, their spines cracked and covers yellowed with age, untouched for what looked like years. But as I scanned over them, one magazine caught my eye—a women's magazine nestled between stacks of old almanacs and gardening manuals.

Unlike the others, this magazine had a faintly creased cover, its edges slightly worn, as if it had been handled recently. A thin layer of dust clung to the shelf and the other books, yet a subtle, almost invisible line of cleaner wood framed the spot where the magazine had rested, betraying recent movement. The page corners bore the faintest sign of oil from fingerprints, and the magazine was angled just slightly off-center, unlike its neighbors, suggesting someone had pulled it out, perhaps more than once, before carefully replacing it.

'Curious choice of reading material,'

I thought, letting my eyes drift over the cover before reaching out to take it in hand.

As my fingers brushed the spine, a faint pulse of mana resonated from the spot, almost as if something within the magazine itself was charged. I kept my grip firm, allowing my senses to reach out as I carefully pulled the magazine from the shelf, watching for any fluctuation in the surrounding mana.

I thumbed through the pages, each turn of the glossy paper revealing nothing but fashion ads and tips on gardening—a sharp contrast to the inconspicuous aura it emitted. But as I reached the center fold, I sensed it—a thin, hidden strip of runic markings etched along the spine. It was nearly invisible, the ancient symbols woven into the magazine's binding with delicate precision, marking this as more than just an ordinary item.

'A key disguised in plain sight,'

I mused, tracing my finger along the subtle engraving, feeling the mana hum in response.

I concentrated, pushing a small amount of my mana along the markings. The runes glowed faintly, and a ripple passed through the air around me as if reality itself had shifted. The space behind the shelf wavered for a moment before peeling away, revealing a hidden doorway that had been cloaked beneath layers of concealment magic.

'The Void Clan certainly had their methods.'

The doorway led downward, its stone steps descending into the shadows. I placed the magazine back carefully, my gaze fixed on the dark path that awaited below. With a final glance around the quiet shop, I stepped forward, the shadows swallowing me as I crossed the threshold into the hidden depths below Barker's Market.