In the quiet before dawn, a peculiar tension permeates the Twin Towers Fortress. The morning dew has not yet dried, the sky is dark grey, even the lone bird that wakes the earth dares only to chirp softly. The sun is not yet above the horizon, it is like the silence before a war, a suppressive quietness encircles this morning.
The early light of dawn streams through the crevices of the Twin Towers Fortress, casting the entire arena in a dim, mysterious light. The soldiers' footsteps sound particularly jarring in this quiet morning. They're like recharged machines, swinging hammers and adjusting wood, focusing intently on preparing the arena.
The noise of the preparations shatters the original tranquility like a cold undercurrent in this quiet morning. The sound of metal colliding with metal is like a solemn war drum resonating in the air, causing people's hearts to throb with pain. The creaking sound of wood being sawn sounds like a cry of despair, pulling people's emotions to the brink of solemnity and tension.
These sounds mix with heaviness, tension, solemnity, and hope. Every time the hammer falls, it is like a countdown to a life, every sound of the wood being cut seems to sigh for an uncertain future. These sounds permeate the air, making people feel the powerlessness and determination of life struggling in despair. It's like a challenge to death, a hymn to life.
The soldiers' figures cast long shadows under the dim light. Their actions are firm and powerful. Every swing, every adjustment, is in preparation for the imminent duel. Their actions bear a tragic beauty, like the tenacious and powerful life struggling in despair.
In the faint light of dawn, Elwin's figure seems extraordinarily steadfast. He sits quietly on the cold stone slab, as if he has become one with everything here. His eyes are closed, as if he is cut off from the world, entering a boundless depth. But anyone can feel that he is not asleep, but is intently contemplating, recalling every detail that Sok mentioned.
Elwin's face looks exceptionally calm under the dim candlelight, a kind of resolution that goes deep into the marrow. His eyes are determined, as if he has seen through all the possibilities of the future, and he is ready for everything. It's as if he can see every detail of the duel, every attack, every defense, has been clearly outlined in his mind.
Despite the surrounding unease and tension, there seems to be a tranquil atmosphere flowing around Elwin. It's a determined aura, an unafraid breath. This young man, though in a dangerous situation, his eyes are filled with confidence and determination, as if he has already seen the victory of the duel.
Sok quietly leans against the cold stone wall of the cell. He watches Elwin, as if reading his focused and determined eyes. He seems to have a thousand words in his throat, but he cannot voice his concern and worry, can only silently convey his expectations and blessings. His eyes are full of worry and reluctance, he looks at Elwin, as if looking at his own son, and as if facing an unavoidable battle, he slowly falls into contemplation.
On this dawn, the Twin Towers Fortress is surrounded by a tragic atmosphere, as if the whole world is silently waiting for the beginning of this duel.
Sunlight penetrates the small window of the cell, softly and powerfully illuminating this quiet space. A unique taste fills the air, as if the sunlight has illuminated all hopes, making the originally cold cell warm.
In this sunlight and hope, the aged Sok begins his speech. His voice seems to flow from the ancient memory, slow and full of depth. He sits in the shadows, letting the sunlight spill on his face, making his wrinkles more profound. His kind eyes look at Elwin, as if looking at a child to be taught.
"Child, I remember you once told me," he slowly began, his voice filled with gravity and respect, "before you were brought here by the soldiers, you passed a test with a magic crystal, which emitted a faint, pure blue glow. Is that correct?" His eyes were fixated on Elwin, filled with anticipation.
Elwin nodded, a glimmer of brightness flashing in his eyes. "Yes, Mr. Thorsson," he answered calmly, without any hesitation.
Sok gave a slight smile, a look of relief as if he had found a glimmer of hope. He looked at Elwin closely, as if looking at a treasure. "Do you know, child," his voice was low, yet full of strength, "the magic crystal not only detects whether a person can use magic, but it can also detect what kind of magic they use. And you, Elwin, your blue glow represents the rare summoning magic." His voice was filled with awe, as if talking about a magical power.
"Summoning magic?!" Elwin's eyes widened instantly, his voice filled with surprise and uncertainty.
"So," he hesitated for a moment, then continued, "does that mean it's the same type of magic you use?" His eyes sparkled with curiosity and expectation about the unknown.
Sok nodded deeply, his eyes filled with seriousness and concern. "Yes," he said in a heavy voice, "your magic is still very weak and you haven't awakened this power. This power is still hidden within you, waiting for you to discover. However," his gaze became even more serious, "you must be careful, the power of summoning is bound with the soul of the summoned entity. The summoned entity will also choose its host. The stronger the host's magic, the stronger the entity. If the host's soul power is too weak and does not gain the approval of the entity, it could easily be retaliated against by the entity, which would be extremely painful. Therefore, you must strengthen your will and improve your magical power before awakening this power."
Elwin's eyes flashed with confusion and fear. "What would happen to a summoner who hasn't gained the approval of the summoned entity?" he asked nervously, his voice trembling slightly.
Sok clasped his hands tightly, a trace of pain crossing his face. "They would be drained of their power, their faces like dried bones, extremely weak, and it could even endanger their lives," he said, his voice deep and serious. "The entity would also leave the host, the soul scattered, and disappear completely." His words were filled with warnings and worries.
Elwin sat there, his face already pale. The truth made him feel a hint of fear, but at the same time, it also solidified his resolve.