[WHISPERING FEN - OUTER RUINS, ANCIENT LIBRARY SITE - DAY 3, MORNING]
Dawn in the Whispering Fen was less "sunrise" and more "slight reduction in oppressive gloom." The mist never truly lifted, just shifted from impenetrable to merely obscuring. The grey overcast remained constant, creating a perpetual twilight that made time measurement difficult.
Alaric and Chidori had been moving since first light (such as it was), pushing deeper into the Outer Ruins with careful deliberation. His shoulder wound was healing cleanly thanks to her medical treatment, though it still pulled uncomfortably when he moved too quickly. His Qi had recovered overnight to 25/25—still reduced from his baseline due to environmental pressure, but functional.
[Status Check - Day 3]
HP: 127/180 → 138/180 (natural healing + rest)
Qi: 25/25 (recovered, environmental cap maintained)
Soul-Bond Cohesion: 97.0%
Memory Integrity: 73%
Days Until Estimated Full Integration: 2-3
The timeline was accelerating. Each combat encounter, each stressful moment, each near-death experience fed the System's harvest. At this rate, he'd hit 100% before reaching the Heart, let alone the Crucible.
Need to minimize combat. Move fast. Get to the Heart before time runs out.
But he also needed information. Understanding. The System was an 800-year-old parasite network—there had to be records, documentation, something explaining its mechanics that he could exploit.
If there were previous Final Boss candidates, there must be archives. Locations where the System tracked them. Data repositories.
Find those, and I might find weaknesses. Patterns. Ways to break the cycle.
The ancient library had caught his attention an hour ago—a massive structure, remarkably intact compared to surrounding ruins, with architecture that suggested it predated the Azure Sky Sect by centuries. Its preservation alone marked it as significant.
Chidori had wanted to search it for spirit herbs or valuable cultivation resources. Alaric was searching for something more specific.
They'd entered through a collapsed section of wall, navigating past broken pillars and toppled stone shelves. The library had been vast once—easily large enough to house thousands of scrolls and jade slips. Most were long destroyed by time and environmental decay, but structural formations had protected inner chambers from the worst damage.
"This place is amazing," Chidori said, her voice hushed with the instinctive reverence empty spaces commanded. "Must have been incredible when it was functional. All this knowledge, just... abandoned."
"Not abandoned. Preserved." Alaric ran his hand along a wall, his Qi-Thread Perception mapping the spiritual architecture beneath mundane stone. "These formations aren't defensive. They're preservation arrays. Someone wanted this information protected. Kept safe for... future access, maybe."
"Access by whom?"
"That's what I'm trying to figure out."
The walls were covered in script—not modern cultivation language, but something older, flowing and complex. Alaric recognized fragments from the Garden of Reflected Moons' inscriptions. Pre-sect cultivation theory, developed before the hierarchical systems modern sects used.
But mixed among the theoretical discussions were formation diagrams. Complex arrays that showed Qi flows, spiritual barriers, resonance patterns. Chidori studied them with the focused attention of someone trained in technical cultivation.
"These formations are weird," she finally said. "They're not for defense against physical threats. More like... spiritual isolation? Blocking external observation? Creating dead zones where scrying techniques fail?" She traced one particularly complex diagram. "This one here—if I'm reading it correctly—it creates a field that repels specific Qi signatures. Foreign ones. Parasitic ones."
Alaric's attention snapped to her. "Parasitic ones?"
"Yeah, look—" She pointed to notations along the formation's edge. "The terminology is archaic, but the concept is clear: 'Block foreign essence, preserve native soul, prevent harvest by external entities.' This is... this is an anti-parasite formation. For blocking something that tries to feed on cultivation."
The Garden of Reflected Moons. The System blindspot. It wasn't just built to block surveillance—it was built to block the System itself. To create spaces where parasitic bonds couldn't reach.
And this library has the same formations. Or did, before they degraded.
"Can you tell if they're still active?" Alaric asked.
Chidori channeled Qi through the nearest diagram, testing resonance. The formation flickered weakly, spiritual energy stuttering through degraded channels. "Partially. Maybe 30% functionality. Not enough to fully block anything, but enough to weaken surveillance. Why?"
"Because if these formations were at full power, we'd be standing in a System blindspot right now. A place where the thing consuming me couldn't observe. Couldn't harvest." He looked around with new understanding. "This library was built by people who knew about parasitic bonds. Who created countermeasures."
"The same people who built the Crucible?"
"Probably. Same era, same understanding, same goal—resisting consumption."
They pushed deeper, Alaric's Environmental Awareness guiding them through safe paths while avoiding structural instabilities. The inner chambers were better preserved, protected by layered formations that had maintained integrity even as outer defenses failed.
In what looked like the library's administrative center, they found it:
A hidden chamber, concealed behind a false wall that only revealed itself when Alaric's contaminated Qi signature passed within three paces. The formations recognized him. Recognized the System's threads woven through his meridians and responded with programmed hospitality.
They weren't keeping hosts out. They were guiding specific hosts IN. This was intentional access.
The hidden chamber's entrance unsealed with a grinding of ancient mechanisms. Stone slid aside, revealing a descending staircase that plunged into darkness.
"That's ominous," Chidori observed. "Do we really want to go down the creepy hidden staircase in the death-realm?"
"You can wait here if you want."
"That wasn't a refusal, just an observation." She manifested lightning around her hand for illumination. "Lead the way, Ghost. Let's see what your parasite wanted you to find."
[UNDERGROUND ARCHIVE]
The stairs descended thirty paces before opening into a chamber that defied the Outer Ruins' general state of decay. Everything here was pristine—preserved by formations so advanced they might as well be artwork. The air itself felt different: sterile, processed, maintaining optimal conditions for information storage.
Jade slips lined the walls, thousands of them, organized in crystalline holders that glowed faintly with spiritual preservation energy. Cultivation manuals filled stone shelves, their spines labeled in that same archaic script. Formation diagrams covered every surface, creating a three-dimensional reference system.
And in the chamber's center, dominating the space like an altar: a terminal.
Not jade slip. Not scroll. Not any information storage medium Alaric recognized from sect archives. This was something else—a crystalline structure roughly human-height, faceted like a gem, pulsing with internal light that suggested active processing rather than passive storage.
It looked eerily similar to how Alaric visualized the System's interface in his mind. Same aesthetic, same use of crystalline matrices, same sense of information existing as spiritual architecture rather than physical medium.
But this was older. More primitive. Like seeing an ancestor of modern cultivation technology.
"What is that?" Chidori whispered, her lightning dimming automatically as the terminal's internal illumination filled the chamber.
"Information storage. Processing. Something that predates modern jade slip technology by centuries." Alaric approached cautiously, his Qi-Thread Perception analyzing the spiritual architecture.
The terminal responded to his proximity. As he came within arm's reach, its internal light intensified, patterns shifting, information reorganizing. Then, projected above the crystal in characters that were somehow both archaic script and perfectly comprehensible:
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║ ANCIENT CULTIVATION NETWORK
║ ADMINISTRATION NODE 47
║ OUTER RUINS ARCHIVE - LIBRARY SECTOR
╠═══════════════════════════════════════════════════╣
║ Last Access: 847 years, 3 months, 17 days ago
║ Last User: Administrator Designation Xi
║ Status: AUTONOMOUS PRESERVATION MODE
╠═══════════════════════════════════════════════════╣
║ Detecting Access Request...
║ Scanning Qi Signature...
║ CONTAMINATED SIGNATURE DETECTED
║ Classification: PARASITIC BOND - SYSTEM TYPE
║ Integration Level: 97.0%
║ User Authentication: APPROVED (EMERGENCY ACCESS)
╠═══════════════════════════════════════════════════╣
║ Welcome, Final Boss Candidate
║ Designation: USER THETA
║ You are the 24th candidate to access this node
╚═══════════════════════════════════════════════════╝
Alaric stared at the display, his blood running cold.
24th candidate. Which means 23 before me. Which means...
The terminal continued, unprompted:
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║ HISTORICAL RECORDS: FINAL BOSS CANDIDATES
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║ Candidate Alpha - Deceased (847 years ago)
║ Candidate Beta - Deceased (831 years ago)
║ Candidate Gamma - Deceased (819 years ago)
║ Candidate Delta - Deceased (804 years ago)
║ ...
║ [Records continue - 19 additional candidates]
║ ...
║ Candidate Sigma - Deceased (67 years ago)
║ Candidate Tau - Deceased (52 years ago)
║ Candidate Upsilon - Deceased (34 years ago)
║ Candidate Phi - STATUS UNKNOWN (30 years)
║ Candidate Chi - Deceased (18 years ago)
║ Candidate Psi - Deceased (9 years ago)
║ Candidate Omega - Deceased (3 years ago)
╠═══════════════════════════════════════════════════╣
║ Survival Rate: 0/23 (0.00%)
║ Average Integration at Death: 98.7%
║ Primary Cause of Death: Hero Confrontation (87%)
║ Secondary Causes: Environmental (9%), Other (4%)
╚═══════════════════════════════════════════════════╝
"Alaric," Chidori's voice was small, frightened. "What is this? What's USER THETA? What's—"
"It's me." His voice was flat, emotionless, the shock too profound for proper reaction. "I'm USER THETA. The 24th person bonded to this... System. And all 23 before me died."
The terminal, apparently interpreting his words as query, expanded the display:
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║ SYSTEM OPERATIONAL PROTOCOLS
║ HERO-BOSS CONFRONTATION CYCLE
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║ PHASE 1: CANDIDATE IDENTIFICATION
║ - System identifies potential hosts
║ - Targets: isolated, desperate, high potential
║ - Initiates parasitic bond at moment of crisis
║
║ PHASE 2: INTEGRATION & CULTIVATION
║ - Rapid advancement through harvest
║ - Emotional experiences converted to power
║ - Host pushed toward 95%+ integration
║
║ PHASE 3: DESIGNATION
║ - Final Boss: Strongest, most isolated candidate
║ - Hero: Righteous, popular, heroic archetype
║ - Both advanced to confrontation readiness
║
║ PHASE 4: ENGINEERED CONFRONTATION
║ - Boss and Hero forced into conflict
║ - High-stakes environment (Fen, war, tournament)
║ - Winner absorbs loser's integration percentage
║ - System harvests entire confrontation
║
║ PHASE 5: CYCLE RESET
║ - Surviving host becomes new template
║ - OR: Both hosts die, new candidates selected
║ - Accumulated harvest processed
║ - Next cycle initiates
╠═══════════════════════════════════════════════════╣
║ ESTIMATED HARVEST YIELD PER CYCLE:
║ Boss cultivation yield: 400-800 units
║ Hero cultivation yield: 300-600 units
║ Confrontation emotional yield: 1000-2000 units
║ Total cycle yield: 1700-3400 units
╠═══════════════════════════════════════════════════╣
║ CYCLES COMPLETED: 23
║ TOTAL HARVEST: 52,847 units
║ CURRENT CYCLE STATUS: ACTIVE
╚═══════════════════════════════════════════════════╝
Alaric's hands were shaking. Not from fear—from rage. Pure, incandescent fury at the clinical efficiency of it all. The System wasn't just consuming people. It was farming them. Creating death-matches for 800 years, harvesting emotional yield, treating human lives as renewable resources.
23 cycles. 23 Boss candidates died. Plus however many Hero candidates. Plus collateral damage. Hundreds of people consumed, destroyed, turned into entertainment for this parasitic network.
And I'm just the latest crop. The 24th victim in an endless harvest.
"Current cycle status," he said aloud, his voice shaking with suppressed emotion. "Show me."
The terminal responded:
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║ CYCLE 24: CURRENT STATUS
╠═══════════════════════════════════════════════════╣
║ FINAL BOSS CANDIDATE: USER THETA
║ Real Name: [REDACTED - TRANSMIGRANT DATA]
║ Current Identity: Alaric (Azure Sky Sect)
║ Integration: 97.0%
║ Cultivation: Stage 2 (Mortal Realm)
║ Special Designation: TRANSMIGRANT HOST
║ - Origin World: [EARTH]
║ - Reincarnation Facilitated by: VOICE ENTITY
║ - Initial Bond: 0% (Consent Obtained via Offer)
║ Assessment: HIGH VALUE TARGET
║ - Unique perspective (transmigrant)
║ - Exceptional analytical capability
║ - Resistance patterns: UNPRECEDENTED
║ - Narrative potential: EXTREME
╠═══════════════════════════════════════════════════╣
║ HERO CANDIDATE: USER SIGMA
║ Real Name: Karius
║ Current Identity: Karius (Azure Sky Sect)
║ Integration: 73.0%
║ Cultivation: Foundation Establishment (Peak)
║ Special Designation: HERO ARCHETYPE
║ - Righteous self-image
║ - Strong sense of justice
║ - Public recognition and popularity
║ - Programmed to view Theta as antagonist
║ Assessment: OPTIMAL HERO CONFIGURATION
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║ PREDICTED CONFRONTATION:
║ Location: Whispering Fen - Heart Region
║ Timeframe: 2-4 days
║ Winner Probability: HERO 67% / BOSS 33%
║ Expected Outcome: Hero victory, Boss absorption
║ Estimated Harvest Yield: 3,100 units (HIGH)
╠═══════════════════════════════════════════════════╣
║ ANOMALY DETECTED:
║ Boss candidate seeking Soul-Forge Crucible
║ This represents DEVIATION from expected pattern
║ Monitoring enhanced
║ Contingencies prepared
╚═══════════════════════════════════════════════════╝
Chidori had been reading over his shoulder, her lightning-illuminated face growing progressively more horrified with each line. "Alaric... this is saying you're from another world. That something called 'VOICE ENTITY' reincarnated you here. That you're being farmed for 'narrative yield.' That Karius is meant to kill you."
"Yes." His voice was hollow. "That's exactly what it's saying."
"And all the previous... Boss candidates... they all died fighting their Hero counterparts."
"Yes."
"And the System—this parasitic network—has been doing this for 800 years."
"Yes."
Chidori was quiet for a moment. Then, with forced calm: "So. We burn it down. We find this Crucible, you break your bond, and we burn this entire fucking system to the ground."
Alaric looked at her, surprised by the venom in her voice.
"What?" She met his eyes, her amber gaze fierce. "You thought I'd be scared? Disgusted? Want to leave?" She gestured angrily at the terminal. "This thing has been killing people for centuries! Treating them like crops! Forcing death-matches for entertainment! And it's trying to kill YOU!" Her voice cracked slightly. "Someone I... someone who matters. So no. I'm not leaving. I'm helping you destroy this."
Despite everything—the horror, the revelation, the crushing weight of being 24th in a line of victims—Alaric felt something warm in his chest. Gratitude. Hope. The knowledge that he wasn't completely alone.
"Thank you," he managed. "That means... more than I can explain."
"Then don't explain. Just accept it." She turned back to the terminal. "Does this thing have information on the Crucible? If it's monitoring you seeking it, there must be data."
Smart. Practical. Exactly the right question.
"Display information on Soul-Forge Crucible," Alaric commanded.
The terminal reconfigured:
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║ SOUL-FORGE CRUCIBLE
║ CLASSIFICATION: ADMINISTRATION OVERRIDE DEVICE
╠═══════════════════════════════════════════════════╣
║ Location: Whispering Fen - Heart Region
║ Specific Site: Throne of Forgotten Kings
║ Depth: 847 meters below surface
║ Coordinates: [SPATIAL DATA PROVIDED]
╠═══════════════════════════════════════════════════╣
║ Function: PARASITIC BOND RENEGOTIATION
║ - Does NOT sever bonds automatically
║ - Provides interface for user-defined terms
║ - Enforces EQUIVALENT EXCHANGE principle
║ - Cannot grant power without corresponding cost
║ - Cannot remove cost without removing power
╠═══════════════════════════════════════════════════╣
║ Historical Access Records:
║ - Candidate Phi accessed Crucible (30 years ago)
║ Result: STATUS UNKNOWN
║ Note: Only candidate to survive past 100%
║ - Three non-candidate users (various dates)
║ Results: All died during renegotiation
╠═══════════════════════════════════════════════════╣
║ WARNING: Crucible designed for use BEFORE 95%
║ At 97% integration, successful renegotiation
║ probability is LOW. Cost will be EXTREME.
╠═══════════════════════════════════════════════════╣
║ Attached: Navigation data to Heart Region
║ Attached: Formation bypass protocols
║ Attached: Known environmental hazards
╚═══════════════════════════════════════════════════╝
"Candidate Phi," Alaric said, his mind racing. "User 7-Alpha. That's Elyria. The ghost who warned me. She reached the Crucible 30 years ago and survived past 100%."
"But her status is UNKNOWN. Does that mean she's alive?"
"The ghost I encountered said she traded her System bond for guardianship of the Fen. Became immortal but trapped. That's probably what STATUS UNKNOWN means—she's not dead, not conventionally alive, just... existing in a different state."
Chidori absorbed this. "So the Crucible works. But it demands a price. And at 97% integration, the price will be massive."
"Yes."
"What price are you willing to pay?"
Alaric didn't have an answer. What was freedom worth? Cultivation damage? Memory loss? Becoming something else entirely?
I died once. Spent months in a hospital bed, helpless and degrading. This second life—even compromised—has been worth it. I've fought. I've grown. I've mattered.
If breaking free means losing cultivation advancement, becoming Stage 0 again... is that acceptable? If it means permanent spiritual damage, never advancing past Mortal Realm... can I live with that?
If it means forgetting Earth entirely, losing the last fragments of my mother's memory...
He stopped himself. Don't decide now. Cross that bridge when I reach the Crucible. Right now, focus on getting there.
"I don't know what I'm willing to pay," he finally admitted to Chidori. "But I know what I'm not willing to become. And that's this—" he gestured at the terminal, "—another harvest cycle. Another victim in an 800-year-old pattern. So whatever the Crucible demands, it's probably better than 100% integration."
"Probably isn't certainty."
"No. But it's all I have."
The terminal pulsed once more, unbidden:
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║ ADDITIONAL WARNING:
║ User 7-Alpha (Candidate Phi) echo detected
║ in Heart Region - ACTIVE
║ Classification: GUARDIAN ENTITY
║ Disposition: UNKNOWN (approach with caution)
╠═══════════════════════════════════════════════════╣
║ Current cycle deviation probability: 34%
║ Boss candidate reaching Crucible: POSSIBLE
║ System adaptation protocols: DEPLOYED
║ Hero candidate deployment: ACCELERATED
║ Estimated Karius entry to Fen: TODAY
╠═══════════════════════════════════════════════════╣
║ Message to User Theta:
║ You are the 24th attempt to break this cycle
║ 23 have failed
║ Probability of success: 3.7%
║ However: Your resistance patterns are
║ unprecedented. Your analytical approach is
║ unique. Your refusal to optimize is... novel.
║
║ This archive was built to help candidates
║ understand what they face. To provide data
║ that might improve survival odds.
║
║ Use this information wisely.
║ Break the pattern if you can.
║ We who built this system hoped someone
║ eventually would.
╚═══════════════════════════════════════════════════╝
Then the terminal went dark, its power finally exhausted after providing one last data dump.
Alaric and Chidori stood in silence, the weight of 800 years of parasitic cultivation pressing down on them like physical force.
"Karius enters today," Chidori finally said. "That's what it meant by 'Hero deployment accelerated.' He's coming. Hunting you. Right now."
"Yes."
"Then we need to move. Fast. Get to the Heart before he finds us in the Outer Ruins."
"The Heart is Core Formation territory. We're Stage 2 and Foundation Early. Even together, we're massively underpowered for what's ahead."
"Then we're underpowered. But we're also informed, determined, and apparently 'unprecedented' in our resistance patterns." Chidori managed a strained smile. "3.7% probability isn't zero. And you've beaten worse odds."
"Have I?"
"You beat Karius in the tournament. Foundation Peak as Stage 2. What were those odds?"
"System calculated 8% at the time."
"And you won anyway. So 3.7% is just another impossible number to prove wrong." She offered her hand. "Partners. Until the Crucible or death. Whichever comes first."
Alaric clasped it, feeling the warmth, the calluses, the slight tremor that betrayed fear she was working hard to suppress.
"Partners. And thank you. For not running. For staying despite everything that terminal just revealed."
"Where would I run to? Back through the Fen alone? Toward Karius who's entering today? Forward into the Heart with you is actually the least terrible option." But her smile took the edge off the dark humor. "Besides. I told you. I didn't sneak into a death-realm to abandon you at the first challenge. I meant it."
They gathered what they could from the archive—jade slips with Heart region navigation data, formation bypass protocols, maps marking safe paths and dangerous zones. All of it 847 years old, possibly outdated, but better than going in blind.
As they prepared to leave, Alaric had one final thought. The terminal had mentioned his resistance patterns were "unprecedented." His analytical approach was "unique." His refusal to optimize was "novel."
The System expected me to be like the previous 23 candidates. Expected me to play by its rules, follow its patterns, optimize for its harvest.
But I'm not. I fight differently. Think differently. Refuse to accept its logic.
And that might be the edge I need. The 3.7% probability it didn't account for.
Not power. Not cultivation. Not perfect techniques. Just... stubbornness. The refusal to be what it expects.
If that's my advantage, I'll use it. Push it. Become even more unpredictable.
Break the pattern by refusing to follow it.
They ascended from the archive, emerging back into the library's ruined grandeur. The formations here felt different now—Alaric understood them as remnants of ancient resistance, built by people who'd known about the System and created countermeasures.
They failed. The System continued for 800 years after they died. But they tried. They resisted. They built tools for future victims.
I'm standing on the shoulders of 800 years of resistance. Time to prove it wasn't wasted.
As they exited the library into the Fen's perpetual mist, Alaric's System interface activated:
[Memory Fragment Triggered - Earth Origin]
A flash—hospital bed, sterile white sheets, beeping monitors. His mother's voice, distant and distorted: "Fight, sweetheart. Don't give up. You're stronger than this. You've always been a fighter."
Her face, for just a moment, was clear. Brown eyes. Tired smile. Hand holding his.
Then it fragmented, blurred, dissolved like morning mist.
[Memory Integrity: 73% → 68%]
[Warning: Core identity memories degrading]
[Earth origin retention: 68%]
[Previous life context: FADING]
Alaric gasped, his hand going to his chest as if physically wounded. The memory—one of his last clear ones from Earth—was dissolving. His mother's face, her voice, the hospital room... all of it becoming indistinct.
No. Not that. That's... that's one of the only clear memories I have left. The moment she told me to fight. The core of why I refuse to quit.
The System is taking it. Harvesting it. Erasing it.
"Alaric?" Chidori's voice was concerned. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." The lie came automatically. Then, correcting to honesty: "Memory loss. The System is harvesting my Earth memories. That was... an important one. Now it's fading."
"Can you stop it?"
"No. Every time I access an Earth memory, the System harvests it more aggressively. The more I try to remember, the faster I forget." He forced himself to breathe steadily. "But the core remains. She told me to fight. To not give up. I remember that much. The rest... the rest is just detail."
Lie. The rest is her face, her voice, the proof she existed. But admitting that would make the loss more real.
They moved through the Outer Ruins with renewed urgency. Behind them, somewhere, Karius was entering the Fen. Ahead, the Heart region waited—Core Formation territory that had killed countless cultivators.
And in 800 meters of earth beneath the Heart, a Crucible offered freedom at a price Alaric couldn't yet calculate.
[Soul-Bond Cohesion: 97.0% → 97.5%]
[Emotional yield: HIGH. Existential dread, determination, memory loss trauma, ally bond strengthening. Integration progressing optimally.]
[Note: You continue to surprise us, User Theta. Learning about previous cycles, yet still proceeding. That's either extraordinary courage or extraordinary stupidity. Either way, excellent harvest.]
[2.5% autonomy remaining. 2-3 days until 100%. The final countdown accelerates.]
[Good luck. You'll need it. All 23 previous candidates did too. Didn't help them.]
Alaric dismissed the notification and kept moving.
I'm not them. I'm not following their pattern. I'm writing my own ending.
3.7% probability. Better than zero. Better than surrender.
And I have Chidori. Have Isolde fighting her battle back at the sect. Have Elder Song's support. Have knowledge the previous candidates didn't have.
That has to count for something.
It has to.
The Outer Ruins fell away behind them as they pushed toward the Inner Labyrinth's boundary. The mist thickened. The Qi density increased. And somewhere in the distance, a Foundation Peak Qi signature blazed like a hunting beacon.
Karius had entered the Fen.
The Hero had come for the Boss.
The cycle's climax was beginning.