As the days rolled into weeks, Alon dedicated himself entirely to his training. His arnis skills improved rapidly, honed by his persistence and the assistance of the mysterious system. Meanwhile, he continued to harness his stealth abilities, ensuring his potent powers remained under wraps.
One quiet night, Alon sat alone, contemplating the path he had chosen. His gaze locked onto the holographic interface of the system, a multitude of questions swirling in his mind. "Who created you?" he whispered into the darkness, half-hoping for an answer. The system remained silent, its secrets as impenetrable as ever.
His focus, however, never wavered. He recognized the system's importance in his life. It was a guide, a weapon, and a secret that had to be kept protected. The power of stealing abilities from the defeated was particularly risky if it fell into the wrong hands.
He heard a familiar voice in the midst of his isolation. Sofia. "Alon," she began after a little pause. "I see you're carrying a heavy load, but remember that you don't have to face it alone."
Her words resonated in his ears, providing peace in the middle of the solitude. Alon curled his lips into a little grin and nodded. "Thank you very much, Sofia; I will remember that."
Over time, Alon's resolve solidified. He grew stronger, smarter, and more discreet, always keen on preserving the secret of his power. Yet, the world outside was changing, chaos rising like a tempest, threatening to overturn everything they knew.
Unbeknownst to Alon, the time to reveal his carefully hidden strength was fast approaching. His silent crusade was about to take a dramatic turn, one that would shape not only his destiny but the fate of the world itself.