Days passed.
Eventually turning into weeks.
The stone walls of Abyss Prison, Cell K-6, had long forgotten the passage of time. But one thing broke that silence each day—a ritual more chilling than any scream.
Neo, the youth who had once been broken into a soulles husk like them, now dipped his finger in blood… and wrote.
Crimson symbols bloomed across the stone like cursed flowers, cryptic and arcane, too twisted for a sane mind to endure. At first, they meant nothing to the old man in silver hair, a former warrior whose eyes had long dulled behind these bars.
But something changed.
The symbols began to shift. Or perhaps his understanding did. Their lines connected in impossible geometries, forming truths too raw, too real.
One night, the old man snapped upright, his hands trembling.
"It… can't be."
His voice was hoarse, his lips dry from disuse. But the words broke free like a dam cracking.
"Is it… the Martial Sky volume? Are you—are you writing the Heavenly Tomes here? With your blood?"
Neo halted mid-symbol, his hand still against the wall. Slowly, he turned.
For the first time since he started writing ,no- rewriting the heavenly tome, he looked someone in the eye.
There was no pain in that gaze now—just a strange, manic calm. A grin peeled across his face that reminded the old man of a.....devil.
"Writing? No… I'm rewriting the Heavenly Tomes."
His voice was quiet, but it cut through the air like steel. "You saw them burn, didn't you? My volumes—turned to ash by that wealthy kid, Damian Sunblade."
He hesitated before whispering again, this time with awe—and dread.
"But… these words… Why? Wht don't they seem right? I too had written my own Martial Sky Volume in the past and read the writings of countless others. But they don't match anything I've ever read. Even though the Heavenly Tomes appear differently to each, the core concept remains."
Neo let out a wild laugh, one that bounced off the cell walls like thunder. It was the laugh of a man who had broken chains— of a maniac who knew no bounds.
"Why would they be the same?" he asked, eyes alight like twin stars. "What I'm writing here is not the Martial Sky. Not the Mystic Sky. Not even the Mega Sky."
He stepped back, revealing the wall—layered in blood-writ wisdom, a tapestry of impossible knowledge.
"This… is a trinity. A fusion. A path only I can walk."
The air thickened.
"This is the Heavenly Tome of a Ruler."
The old man recoiled. All around them, the other prisoners had pressed to the bars, straining to hear the words that had rendered even a scholar speechless.
"That's madness," one muttered.
"You'd need three minds… for they are three different paths, to focus on Strength, Mystery or Authority." whispered another.
Neo tilted his head.
"Madness?" he echoed. "No… This is what the past me feared. Ambition so high that it could give birth to fear towards oneself. The Neo of past feared not the Sky nor the Land. He deared his own Ambition! Heheheh."
He raised his bleeding finger once more and began to carve the next line.
The symbols shimmered briefly—just for a moment—as if some greater force acknowledged their defiance.
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Absolutely! Here's the next scene set in SkyCloud Academy, shifting smoothly from the tension of Neo's defiant rise to the calm but resolute strategy unfolding behind academy walls.
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SkyCloud Academy – The Principal's Study
The towering doors of the principal's office closed with a dull thud. Sunlight streamed through the high-arched windows, catching the dust in golden shafts. Books lined every wall, and the scent of parchment, ink, and old power hung in the air.
Kael stood ramrod straight. The usual lazy smirk was long gone; his expression now was carved from steel.
Ayna, poised yet quietly burning with urgency, clutched a small crystalline drive containing surveillance footage. Her violet eyes were stormy with suppressed emotion.
Across from them, seated in a darkwood chair behind a massive crescent desk, was Principal Velren. Age had drawn lines on his face, but none dared mistake them for weakness. He was like the mountains: ancient, immovable, and prone to quakes when stirred.
Velren's fingers drummed once on the table before he leaned forward.
"So, let me get this straight," he said, voice calm as still water. "The relics were never stolen by Neo, the so-called escape was staged, and the surveillance footage had been altered—intentionally—to frame him?"
Kael nodded sharply.
"We've confirmed all of it. There's a third party involved. Likely acting under Damian Sunblade's orders."
Ayna placed the drive on the table.
"This contains everything—date-stamped footage, inconsistencies in the records, and even a witness account. It's solid."
Velren picked up the crystal, examining it like a rare gem. His brow furrowed, but only slightly.
"It's more than solid. It's explosive."
He set it down gently and looked up, eyes sharp and cold.
"If this goes public before we're ready, we risk alerting Damian's backers. The Sunblade family won't just roll over."
Kael's voice was low, but firm.
"We're not asking to start a war. We just want Neo back."
Velren raised a hand.
"And you will. I've already submitted a formal request to the Central Disciplinary Court. The hearing is scheduled—one week after the Heavenly Trials. That's when the court notice will arrive, and that's when Neo will walk out of that prison… head held high."
Ayna blinked.
"That soon?"
"That late," Velren corrected. "But this is politics. You want justice? You learn to be patient. Or you learn to control the timing."
Kael frowned.
"So we just wait?"
Velren leaned back in his chair, folding his hands.
"No. You prepare."
"The Heavenly Trials are not just symbolic—they are revelatory. A measure of your soul. Your ambition. Your potential. Whether your heart burns with vengeance or hope, what you show to the heavens… they will answer."
His gaze swept over them, heavier than any weight they had ever carried.
"This is a turning point for both of you. Do not stumble here."
"As for Neo," he continued, a flicker of something—perhaps pride—crossing his features, "Leave him to me. He will be free. And when he returns…"
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
"…I suspect the heavens may need to prepare for him."
Ayna and Kael exchanged a glance. The tension hadn't vanished—but it had transformed.
They would fight—for justice. But first, they would ascend.
The Heavenly Trials awaited.
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