CHAPTER 27: CHAPTER 27: INHERITANCE BEYOND MEASURE

The fading projection paused as if it still had something to say. Then, its gaze landed on Arden again.

"You are a unique one," it said, voice softer now. "I’ve seen many pass through these ruins, most failing to make it halfway. But you... you’re different. Not just because of the energy you carry, but how you move through the world."

It raised one hand, and a dull shimmer appeared something small, wrapped in old light, floating gently in its palm.

"I came across this long ago," the projection said. "But it never responded to my power. Perhaps it was waiting for someone like you."

The object drifted through the air. Arden caught it without flinching. It was warm, like it remembered fire.

"What is it?" he asked.

"You’ll know when it’s time," the mage said with a faint smile. "And if not now... then later."

The projection turned, eyes narrowing as it focused on Zephyra.

"And your companion... I haven’t forgotten her."

Zephyra let out a low huff, stepping forward with cautious interest. The air rippled as a glowing crest floated toward her. She didn’t hesitate. Flames curled around her, swallowing the artifact as it fused into her body with a pulse of blue-white light.

A chime echoed in Arden’s mind.

Soulglint Ember Crest (Bound)

Rank: Rare

Effect:

Soulbond Awakening – Gradual unlocking of Zephyra’s ancestral memories and instincts.

Cerulean Flame Form (Limited Use) – Temporarily grants spirit fire, capable of harming both flesh and soul.

Cognitive Surge – Slight increase in perception and intelligence. Telepathic link strengthened.

Instinctive Guard – Can trigger a protective burst or counter when Arden or Zephyra is in grave danger, even at a distance. (Once per day)

[Effect registered in beast-link system.]

Arden gave a quiet nod as he scanned the interface. "That’s... a lot."

Zephyra rumbled low, more flame than voice, but he felt her pride through their bond.

"She likes it," he said simply.

The projection gave a small nod. Its form was flickering more now, the edges thinning like mist under wind.

"My time is almost up. This fragment can’t hold much longer."

He raised a hand, and the ground trembled gently. In the center of the ruin, a sigil burned into the stone faint, yet powerful.

"I leave the ruin in your name. You hold the key to its access. No one, either beast or man enters unless you allow it."

That made Arden blink. He glanced around the wide expanse, the open vaults and glowing veins of Aether running through the stone walls. This place wasn’t just ancient. It was rich. Overflowing. Even he could feel the abundance of energy in the air.

Nyra stepped forward, quiet wonder on her face. "This place... it’s unlike anywhere I’ve being."

"And now it’s yours to return to," the projection said, already fading. "Use it well."

"Thank you," Arden said, voice firm but low.

The projection met his eyes one last time. "Grow wisely."

And then, it was gone.

Silence returned to the ruin. Just the echo of their breath and the hum of Aether flowing through the stone.

Zephyra took a slow step forward, sniffed the ground where the projection had vanished, then flicked her tail and gave a soft snort. Arden watched her and chuckled.

"Yeah, I didn’t expect all this either."

Nyra ran a hand through her hair. "A personal ruin... with Aether this dense? You could build a whole sect around this place."

"We’re not doing that," Arden replied, already walking toward the exit.

She blinked. "Why not?"

"Because I don’t like crowds."

Zephyra gave a deep grunt of agreement and padded after him, her ember lit paws leaving faint scorch trails.

Nyra just laughed. "Fine, no sect. But I’m definitely training here."

"Do what you want. Just don’t bring a parade."

The three of them stepped out of the ruin’s heart, leaving behind its glowing halls and ancient power. But it wasn’t really behind them.

They owned it now. And they could come back anytime.

Outside the ruin, the clearing had grown crowded with restless figures. Younglings from the great clans stood in uneven rows, some pacing, others fidgeting while their elders watched the sealed cave entrance with hard eyes. There were those from the Caelum family. Beside them, the Ironblood clan gathered in clusters, their auras heavy with raw physical presence.

From the Luminaria Order came those clad in white and gold, their expressions calm but with a hint of disdain as they eyed the others.

The robed figures of the Noctharum sect stood in the shadows of the trees, quiet, though no less judgmental.

Then there were the Runekin Guild, more practical than regal, marked by worn leather armor and inscriptions etched into their very skin.

"Someone broke the order," snapped a Caelum elder, his tone tight. "The ruin was sealed when our scouts arrived. Whoever entered had no right."

"Maybe your scouts were just slow," muttered one of the Ironbloods, cracking his knuckles. "Not every entrance needs a written invitation."

The Caelum elder scowled. "As expected of your kind. All brawn, no respect for protocol."

A woman from the Luminaria Order folded her arms, smiling without warmth. "It’s funny hearing about protocol from clans who treat Aether like it’s something to crush rather than harmonize with. Perhaps the ruin simply rejected your approach."

The Ironblood elder let out a sharp laugh. "Better crushed than sung to sleep. You flame-chasers think everything is about spirit and rhythm. In a real fight, it’s the one who hits harder that walks away."

"Primitive," murmured a Noctharum elder, stepping forward at last. His voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried. "Your bodies will rot like all things, but affinity, when refined, transcends the flesh. We wield the eternal."

A younger Runekin beside him scoffed. "That’s rich coming from people who hide in caves and call it meditation. No wonder your affinities are so pale."

"Watch your mouth, ink-slinger," came the reply.

The air turned sharp with tension. Elders took subtle steps forward, old pride surfacing through narrowed glares and small bursts of uncontrolled elemental flickers. Most weren’t here for a fight, but they didn’t come to bow either.

"Let’s not pretend this isn’t what it is," the Caelum elder said, voice colder now. "One of us broke the rule. Entered without announcement. A disgrace."

"But who?" the Luminaria woman asked, scanning the faces. "None of us are foolish enough to risk the wrath of the other clans... unless someone brought in an outsider."

There was silence for a moment.

Then the cave rumbled.

The old stone surface glowed faintly, symbols dimming as the sealed entrance began to shift. All eyes turned at once.

A grinding sound echoed as the ruin opened.

Dust fell from the arch.

And three figures stepped out.

Arden came first, calm and unbothered, already prepared with his mask on, his silver hair brushing lightly against his brow, clothes stained from battle but his gaze clear. Nyra walked beside him, slower, eyes sharp and alert, her movements steady. Zephyra emerged last, her form low and quiet, golden eyes scanning the crowd as faint flickers of flame danced under her paws. The tension in her muscles was visible, but she didn’t speak. She didn’t need to.

The crowd froze.

Some mouths opened but no sound came.

Because none of the great clans recognized them.

Not by face, not by aura, not by affiliation.

And yet, here they were. Stepping out of a sealed ruin like they owned it.

Whispers broke the silence.

"Who are they?"

"They don’t wear any clan crest..."

"Is that... a beast?"

"Impossible."

A few elders stepped forward. Some wore disbelief. Others, open annoyance.

Then, one of the Caelum elders raised his voice.

"Boy. State your name. And your clan. Now."

Arden stopped.

His eyes moved across the crowd. He didn’t speak right away. He didn’t rush. The quiet confidence in his step didn’t fade as he looked at the elder.

"I’m Arden," he said plainly. "I don’t belong to any clan."

A few gasps followed, but he kept going.

"And yes. We challenged the ruin. We cleared it."

"And you expect us to accept that?" said a Luminaria elder, her voice sharpened by disbelief. "Without a name? Without right?"

Arden tilted his head slightly. "I don’t really care what you accept."

The Ironblood elder narrowed his eyes. "And what of the order? The rules? You walk out like this place belongs to you."

"It does now," Arden replied. "The ruin chose. We earned it."

No one moved.

Not yet.

But the crackling energy in the air said enough.

The challenge wasn’t over.

It had just begun.

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