After days of intensive training in the ancient throne room, where Sami learned how to “breathe” with Aion and master his Domain, the time had come to apply it in the real world.
The main training hall at the Resonance Academy was crowded as usual.
Hundreds of students were practicing Aura techniques; the sounds of clashing weapons, enthusiastic shouts, and the hum of energy blasts filled the air.
Instructors wandered between groups, observing and correcting.
In a far corner, Sami stood still.
He wasn’t training; he was watching.
Beside him stood Lisasara, as calm and prepared as ever.
Behind him, the Four Horsemen—Valdrak, Seraphine, Lyra, and Elision—were present, though not in their full “Aion beauty” form.
Instead, they were in a state of “spiritual concealment,” observing from within Sami’s consciousness.
Lisasara said quietly, “Now, Sami. It is time for the test. Maintain your ‘activation’ state as a Domain, but keep it invisible. Make it… presence.”
Sami closed his eyes and focused on his will.
He felt the golden threads forming around him, but this time, they didn’t expand into a bubble; they shrank, clinging to his skin like an invisible armor of Aion.
“Good,” Lisasara whispered.
“Now, walk through the hall and observe the reactions.”
Sami took his first step.
The moment he moved, something shifted in the hall.
At first, it wasn’t noticeable.
A student practicing a fireball technique suddenly stopped and looked around.
A girl practicing movement techniques tripped and fell.
A professor correcting a student’s posture stopped mid-sentence and looked toward Sami.
As Sami approached each group of students, the talking stopped.
The sparring ceased.
The training halted.
It wasn’t fear; it was something deeper—a primal instinct.
It was as if every student in the hall felt the presence of an “Alpha predator,” the presence of a “law” older and stronger than any Aura laws they had been taught.
The students felt the pressure of Sami’s existence.
The air in the hall became heavy.
Breathing became slower.
Thinking became difficult.
Sami walked past Kaelen’s group.
He stared at Sami, his eyes wide with awe.
He didn’t dare speak.
He didn’t dare move.
Sami passed one of the senior professors, Professor Malik, known for his strength and ferocity.
The professor stopped yelling at his students and looked at Sami.
He bowed his head in respect—not as a teacher to a student, but as a subordinate to a commander.
The students’ expressions shifted from seriousness to dread, from enthusiasm to tension.
Everyone looked at Sami, wondering who this person was that could silence the entire hall just by entering.
Lisasara smiled as she watched.
She whispered, “This is the ‘Beauty of Aion,’ Sami. This is the darkness waiting for the one to illuminate it. You don’t need to do anything. It is enough just to exist.”
At that very moment, the Academy was about to receive visitors of a different caliber.
In the main lobby, the noise faded automatically when the Six Princes and Princesses entered through the main gate.
They were not merely exchange students; they represented massive empires.
Their auras, infused with “micro-Aion,” made the air around them crackle, clearly declaring that they possessed the same raw power Sami had begun to discover.
Eliana, the Princess of Solaris, led the way, her steps suggesting absolute order; her aura was pure, golden, and radiant as the sun.
Beside her was Vey, his armor humming with a cold, blue electrical hum, while Zara let out sharp, fiery red glances as if challenging anyone there.
Behind them were Jorg with his icy waves, Luna with her gentle sonic pulses, and finally Ken, whose spacetime ripples made the vision around him unstable.
They had arrived, and each one of them, with their unique “power,” seemed a true equal to what Sami held in his arsenal.
At that moment, Sami was about to leave the training hall, still applying his “presence” exercise, extending his existence invisibly.
When their eyes met at a side corridor leading to the main courtyard, the six princes’ entourage stopped abruptly.
In Sami’s consciousness, spiritual chaos erupted.
“My Lord…” whispered Valdrak’s voice inside his mind, sounding like a distant roar, “They carry the ‘Origin’ in their veins, just like you. It is purple… pure and strong. They are not imitators; they are… true heirs, just like you.”
“Look at Princess Eliana’s aura,” Seraphine whispered, her voice tinged with admiration and caution.
“It is not artificial gold. It is the ‘Light of Origin.’ It is strong enough to rival our hell.”
Lyra intervened, her laugh mocking but mixed with respect this time, “This is interesting. Seven thrones, seven wills. It seems the world has decided to wake up.”
“Calm down, Lyra,” Lisasara’s voice was firm, echoing like a royal command in the hall of his consciousness, though her tone carried unprecedented tension.
“Sami, listen to me carefully. These princes represent powers equal to yours. The balance is fragile. Do not unleash the true ‘Aion,’ or you will burn the entire Academy.”
Sami did not respond.
He felt every golden thread in his invisible Domain tremble—not with fear, but in response to powers equal to his own.
He saw their true auras: Eliana’s bright light, Vey’s cold mechanical precision, and Ken’s dark spacetime.
They all seemed to him now like other “oceans,” equal to the deep purple sea that he was coming to realize was his.
Eliana stepped toward Sami.
She wore a diplomatic smile, but her eyes scanned Sami sharply, trying to gauge the volume of this “equal pressure” they all felt.
“You…” Eliana said, her voice carrying a powerful resonance that drowned out the academy’s noise, “we haven’t heard of a student at the Academy who possesses such… presence equal to our own.”
Sami did not answer.
He merely looked at her, and because of his deep “breathing,” the Aion particles in the six princes’ auras began to fluctuate and dance in a desperate attempt to maintain their balance before his existence.
Prince Vey stepped back, his hand trembling slightly toward his device, while Princess Zara’s aura shifted from fiery red to a pale gray, as if facing something that exceeded her military understanding.
As for Jorg, he gripped his hammer tight, and everyone felt a harsh chill fill the space.
“You…” Prince Ken began, but he stopped.
He stared at Sami with eyes that widened suddenly, as if he saw something in Sami’s face that transcended the present—something that reminded him of the wiped-out history books, something that belonged to…
Kaelith.
A suffocating silence descended on the corridor.
The nearby students and professors watched, unable to move, feeling a historical weight forming and the clash of seven mighty wills.
“Now, Sami,” Lisasara whispered in his spiritual ear, “Show them that you, despite being equal in power, possess a will that surpasses them all.”
Sami took a deep breath, and instead of unleashing destructive pressure, he made his Domain absorb the light from the corridor.
Suddenly, everything around them became dark, as if they were in a starless night, except for a single golden thread connecting Sami to the ceiling, illuminating the place with majestic dignity.
It was not a lethal presence; it was the presence of a “throne” that no false power could bow.
Eliana, who had been confident moments ago, felt the cold of true fear for the first time in her life.
Not a political coldness, but the coldness of nothingness before absolute existence.
“Who are you?” Eliana asked with a trembling voice that was almost lost in the silence of the corridor.
Sami looked at the six before him with eyes that gathered the wisdom of a thousand years and the might of an emperor.
He said in a quiet voice, the stillness of the ocean before it swallows ships:
“I am the student who will remind you… of what you have forgotten.”
Then he turned and walked through their ranks, leaving them frozen in place, while their powerful auras desperately tried to regain balance before the dignity of his existence, which he hadn’t even had to exert effort to reveal.
In Sami’s consciousness, Elision let out a faint, satisfied chuckle.
“The games have begun, Your Majesty.”