They didn't even hear the footsteps – just the knock. Sharp and controlled. Jonah and Vanessa looked up from their parchment full of Shadow Panthers and Phase Spiders. It wasn't Seraph's familiar, no-nonsense knock. This was different. Formal.
Jonah opened the door to find a student he'd never seen before. He was an older boy, probably a third-year, and wore an Academy uniform with a black lapel pin that marked him as an aide. His posture was ramrod straight, and his expression was a carefully blank mask.
"Student Jonah?" the aide asked, his voice crisp and devoid of emotion.
"Yes?"
"You have been summoned. The Headmaster will see you now."
Jonah's blood ran cold. Vanessa, who had stood up behind him, froze.
The Headmaster.
It wasn't a summons from Seraph, or from the general faculty. It was from the top. The mythical, rarely seen ruler of the Mystic Pheonix Academy.
"I'll… get my things," Jonah stammered.
"That won't be necessary," the aide said smoothly. "Please, come with me."
Jonah shot a worried look at Vanessa. She gave him a small, almost imperceptible nod of encouragement.
You'll do just fine.
The journey to the Headmaster's office was an ascent into another world. The aide led him not to a normal administrative building, but to the Academy's main spire, the impossibly tall needle of white stone and gold that pierced the sky. They rode a silent, private lift, watching the rest of the campus shrink below them.
They passed through halls of polished marble, past tapestries depicting ancient battles against colossal Demonic Beasts, and by guards in silver armor who stood as still as statues. The air up here was thin and quiet, thick with a kind of pressure Jonah could feel in his bones.
The aide stopped before a set of massive carved wooden doors at the very peak of the spire. He knocked once, then opened the door and gestured for Jonah to enter, before closing it silently behind him.
The office was not what Jonah expected. It was a vast, circular room lined with floor to ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking, god-like view of the entire Academy, the Great Wall a shimmering line in the distance. The room wasn't filled with trophies or books, but was sparsely furnished, dominated by a single, large desk made of dark, petrified wood.
And behind it sat the Headmaster.
He was an old man, ancient even, with a neatly trimmed white beard and deep-set eyes that seemed to hold the weight of centuries. He wasn't frail, however. His presence was a physical force, an invisible gravity that made the air feel heavy.
"Jonah," the Headmaster said. His voice was calm and surprisingly gentle, yet it commanded absolute attention. "Please, sit."
Jonah took a seat in the single chair opposite the desk, feeling like a child called into the principal's office, if the principal was also a king.
"I trust your recovery is going well," the Headmaster began, his eyes studying Jonah with a piercing, unsettling intensity. "Your performance at Station Chimera was… remarkable. You exceeded all expectations."
"I had help, sir," Jonah said quietly.
"Of course," the Headmaster acknowledged with a slight nod. "No victory is won alone. Nevertheless, it was your unique abilities that turned a potential disaster into a resounding success." He leaned forward slightly, steepling his fingers. "And it was your ambition that led to your… recent breakthrough."
Jonah's breath hitched.
"The Nexus Core," the Headmaster said, the words spoken as a simple fact. "An ingenious piece of deduction. You took the flawed, failed work of others and found the truth at its heart. That is the mark of a true innovator."
Jonah could only stare, speechless. He knew Seraph reported to him, but this felt different. It was like the Headmaster had been watching him directly, peering into the very workshop of his mind.
"Theory, however, is a hungry ghost," the Headmaster continued, his voice taking on a philosophical tone. "It requires the flesh and bone of materials to haunt the real world. Your design is brilliant, but it is nothing more than ink on parchment without the proper components."
He paused, letting the statement hang in the air. Then, he delivered the reason for this summons.
"I have an offer for you, Jonah. A military exploration team has recently uncovered a pre-war ruin deep in the southern swamps. Inside, they have located an artifact of immense potential."
His ancient eyes seemed to gleam. "They call it a Primordial Geode. An object that pulses with pure, unaligned life energy. No type, no elemental affinity, no inherent personality. It is a perfect, blank canvas."
Jonah's heart began to pound. A blank canvas. A Genesis Core that could accept any combination of essences without rejection. It was the one in a million material he and Vanessa had only dreamed of.
"I will authorize you to join the expedition, to be led by Sergeant Seraph," the Headmaster said. "Your mission will be to retrieve this geode. If you are successful, it is yours. A foundation for your masterpiece."
Jonah's mind raced. This was it. The key. The single piece he needed to bring his creation to life. It was being handed to him on a silver platter. He knew there had to be a catch.
"In exchange?" Jonah asked, his voice barely a whisper.
The Headmaster's expression did not change. "In exchange, you will pledge your future to the service of the Mystic Pheonix Nation. Upon your graduation, you will serve a term of ten years in our Special Forces division. You will become one of my assets, deployed where and when I see fit. Your creations will be our creations."
Ten years. A decade of his life, bound to the military, bound to the Headmaster's will. It was a steep price. His freedom for a rock.
But Jonah didn't see it that way.
He thought of the life he was supposed to have. A lifetime of scavenging in the Undercroft ruins. A life of poverty and fear, ending in a dusty, forgotten grave. Ten years, in comparison, felt like a breath. Ten years, with the power to shape his own destiny, to protect himself and his friends, felt like a bargain.
This wasn't a choice between freedom and service. It was a choice between remaining a boy with a secret and becoming a true Beast Weaver.
Jonah looked the most powerful man in the nation directly in the eye, his decision made before the offer had even finished leaving the Headmaster's lips. There was no hesitation.
"I accept."