After Lisasara’s final words, the throne room remained silent.
It was not an empty silence, but one charged with anticipation, as if the world itself were holding its breath, waiting for what the true heir of the Aion power would do.
Sami rose slowly from the steps.
He no longer felt the terrible weight that had pressed upon him moments ago; it was as if the throne had accepted him, or perhaps, as Lisasara had suggested, he had realized he didn’t need to go to it—it was waiting for him.
Lisasara looked at Sami with gravity.
“The first page has been read, which means the real training has begun. You no longer possess an ‘extra’ power; you possess the ‘Truth’ itself. And the first step to controlling the Truth is to change the way you exist.”
She gestured to the Four Knights.
“Stand, all of you. It is time for Sami to see what the world has forgotten how to do.”
The Four Knights moved.
It was not a normal movement; it felt like a display of raw power.
Valdrak: Stepped forward.
In the next instant, a wave of deep, velvety dark purple engulfed him.
It wasn’t just light; it was a pure existential weight.
It made the air in the hall tremble, as if declaring: “I am the war that never ends.”
Seraphine: Raised her hand, and a thick, deep purple liquid flowed from it.
Unlike Valdrak’s, it was not destructive.
Instead, everyone felt their breath become deeper and slower.
She whispered: “I am the plague that restores life.”
Lyra: Leaped into the air, covered in rapidly moving, deep purple ripples like living flames.
She shouted: “I am the destruction that cannot be stopped.”
Elysion: Closed his eyes, and delicate, deep purple threads glowed around him, interlocking like the pages of an infinite book.
He said calmly: “I am the knowledge that rewrites reality.”
The scene was terrifying and mesmerizing at once.
A sea of deep, velvety purple filled the hall—a color suggesting antiquity, infinity, and the profound depth of the Origin.
This darkness, which absorbed light, was not evil; it was the “Origin” waiting for someone to illuminate it.
Sami looked at the Four Knights, then at himself.
He wondered: “How can I do that?”
Lisasara replied: “You cannot ‘do’ it. You cannot ‘move’ Aion as you once moved Aura.”
She said in a voice calm, majestic, and reassuring: “Aura was a ‘tool’ you used. But Aion is a ‘law’ you live within. You do not project Aion; you breathe Aion.”
“Breathe?” Sami repeated, bewildered.
“Yes. Breathing,” Lisasara explained.
“In today’s world, people think power comes from the outside in, or from within the body to the outside. That is a mistake. Aion exists in every atom of existence, everywhere and in every time. True training is in expanding your consciousness to become part of this sea, and learning how to allow this sea to flow through you without burning you.”
“But… how?”
“Through your will,” Lisasara said.
“Hours ago, I slapped you because you acted like a hero. Today, I will teach you how an Emperor rages. But before the rage, you must learn dignity.”
She pointed to the black throne.
“Sit again. But this time, do not sit as one who owns the throne; sit as one who is the throne.”
Sami sat.
This time, he tried to relax, to discard his thoughts and plans.
He tried to sense what was around him, to link his will to the entity of the throne.
At first, nothing happened.
Then, he remembered Lisasara’s words: “A true Emperor must be the greediest of all for dreams.”
Sami focused on his will, on his greatest dream: a world free of fear, destruction, and senseless death.
The air in the hall shivered.
For the first time, no Aura came from Sami, no halo formed, no Domain appeared.
Instead, a very thin golden thread began to appear behind him, extending upward until it vanished into the vastness of the hall, like the roots of a cosmic tree awakening.
The Four Knights felt the golden threads.
Valdrak looked at Sami with a proud smile and returned his sword to its spiritual void, knowing the time for action had arrived.
Seraphine, with her calm face, whispered words of welcome as if receiving a newborn.
Lyra did not joke, but nodded in respect.
Elysion closed his book permanently and tucked it under his arm.
Sami looked at his hand, which seemed to be absorbing the deep purple darkness surrounding it.
Lisasara gestured toward the Four Knights again.
“That is the form of their existence. But what about you?”
Silence reigned.
Then… the universe exploded.
The essence of ‘Aion’s Beauty’ surged from Sami’s body like a waterfall of deep, velvety purple, so dense it seemed to carry the history of the forgotten millennium within its folds.
This darkness, which began to cloak the hall, was not empty. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
It was charged with Sami’s will, with his greed for dreams.
The moment Sami’s golden aura touched this darkness, the essence erupted.
The purple ripples transformed into a sea of bright golden threads that illuminated the dark hall.
The scene was a perfect marriage between the Origin and the Capability: the deep, bottomless darkness of Aion, carried and shaped by the will of the radiant golden aura.
Lisasara stepped back, her eyes shining in the darkness.
“Yes… that is what an Emperor looks like.”
Then she said in a loud, confident voice: “You have now mastered how to sense Aion. Now, you must learn when to manifest it.”
The golden threads around Sami vanished.
The deep purple darkness faded.
“Aion is not just a power you show off to frighten others,” Lisasara explained.
“It is a reality you live. A powerful Emperor does not need to show his aura for people to respect him. His mere existence is enough.”
“Furthermore, manifesting Aion constantly drains your spiritual energy and puts pressure on your existence. Therefore, you must learn how to control your ‘Domain’.”
Lisasara gestured with her hand.
“Try now to manifest your Aion as a Domain.”
Sami focused his will, and he felt the golden threads forming around him.
But this time, they were not chaotic; they organized themselves into a bubble of light around him, extending a few meters.
“Good,” Lisasara said.
“Now, try to release it as a full Domain in the hall.”
Sami expanded his will, and the golden threads spread throughout the colossal hall.
“And now… try to hide it.”
Sami withdrew his will, and the golden light disappeared.
The hall returned to darkness.
“I understand,” Sami said, breathing heavily.
“Good,” Lisasara said.
“Your first training is to learn how to walk in the hall while keeping your Aion in an ‘active’ state as a Domain, without feeling tired.”
The Four Knights watched.
Valdrak smiled slowly and placed his hand on Sami’s shoulder.
“A good start, Lythy… I mean, Sami.”
Lisasara looked at Sami with pride and said in a voice calm, majestic, and reassuring: “This is not ordinary training. This is the birth of the new Law. Welcome to the path of Aion.”