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Chapter 20 - The Arena's crucible: The melting point.

Four puppets fell from the hole I just fell through.

"Ah, just in time!"

I threw the grenade I held; copying Sirena's puppet control and channeling my aether to prime the grenade. My Lightning aether surged as I focused, sparking the explosive and making it roar through the arena. The pings resounded, marking the demise of each puppet and strengthening my resolve. Adrenaline surged, but my hands trembled, demanding precise control. It reminded me of past trials, when the higher-ups pushed me to my limits. Memories of those days flashed before me, accompanied by my mentor's parting words. Those words, 'Remember, Volkner, a warrior's true strength lies in the unwavering determination of their heart, not just physical might,' etched themselves in my memory like morning dew.

As I observed another puppet, I couldn't help but notice its uncanny human-like appearance. It wore black clothing, concealing its face, but there was something subtly off about its demeanor. This raised my caution levels, prompting me to craft a new grenade in my hand. This particular grenade had a short explosion radius, as these puppets seemed unusually agile.

A gut feeling warned me that keeping my distance might not be an option against these new adversaries. Suddenly, I felt a subtle shift in the air, sending chills down my spine. While reacting swiftly, I whirled around and sliced through the approaching puppet's arm with my blade. Closing in on it, I delivered a powerful knee strike to its side, relishing the satisfying crunch of the earth puppet.

In a quick and decisive move, I summoned a torrent of lightning to engulf the nearby area, triggered by the sensation of water on my knee. I trapped the puppet in the crossfire and delivered a two-sided attack, causing its demise. With my attention now turned, I launched the lightning through my saber, swiftly ending the life of the puppet from before.

"Wow that worked?!"

Even surprising myself, I unleashed a powerful throw, wielding aether with unexpected force. The puppet's haunting ping reverberated, and from it emanated a deep red light, casting an eerie glow. Undeterred, I pressed forward, bypassing the staircase I had just crossed, and found myself in the manufacturing section. It was a vast space dominated by a colossal puppet. Upon inspection, I discovered these puppets had a water-like outer layer resembling skin, with currents flowing within it that could deflect even the sharpest blade. Despite the impressive weapon I held, I knew not to underestimate the councilor. Adding rocks to the powerful water torrent might damage the blade, making it a risky move. However, I was determined to confront this puppet head-on. I took a moment to feel the cool metal of the blade. I sheathed the saber, realizing it might be wiser to prepare a grenade instead. With a dart through the bustling manufacturing section, I slipped beneath the towering right arm. With a swift motion, I unleashed the grenade, its deafening explosion shattering the air before its menacing countenance. The blast revealed the ethereal features concealed beneath their dark uniform, an otherworldly sight that sent shivers down my spine.

I remembered when the last puppet froze from my lightning aether earlier, abstaining the lightning from this move. I exploded my aether around me into the most chaotic form of waves I could. Amidst the failing connection of Sirena's puppet, I crafted another grenade, throwing it into the chest, creating an explosion full of earth and water.

In an instant, my muscles coiled tightly, constricting my body like a vice grip. The air, thick with tension, refused to enter my lungs, leaving me gasping for breath. Each labored inhalation brought a sharp sting to my chest, as if being pierced by a thousand tiny needles. Waves of pain reverberated through my head, muffling the sounds of the world around me and blurring my vision. The scent of fear hung in the air, mingling with the metallic tang of adrenaline coursing through my veins.

"I should have figured there was a thing like information overload."

For a moment, the world spun around me. My inner ear, usually so reliable in guiding my balance, faltered, sending confusing signals that threw off my equilibrium. The ground seemed to tilt beneath my feet, and I struggled to correct my stance. As I wavered, a wave of frustration surged through me. To stumble like this, now, felt like a betrayal of my own body—a rare, unsettling moment of vulnerability. With a grunt, I succumbed to the disorientation, my body hitting the cold, hard ground with a jarring thud. The physical shock of the fall echoed the shock within me, leaving a momentary sting of embarrassment and anger at my sudden weakness.

There is no reason for me to falter now. Come on!

"STAND UP, VOLKNER! This is no time for games!"

Remember — deep breaths. I closed my eyes, trying to regain control of my racing heartbeat. The frustration lingered, fueling the fire of determination within me. With each inhale, I felt the oxygen surge through my lungs, grounding me in the present moment.

Slowly, I opened my eyes, taking in the surroundings that had momentarily become a blur. The cold, hard ground beneath me seemed to amplify the intensity of my emotions. I could feel the sting of embarrassment and anger radiating through my body, mingling with the throbbing ache from the impact of the fall.

As I lay there, my mind cleared. I knew that succumbing to self-pity would only prolong my moment of vulnerability. I had faced countless challenges before, and this was no different. I had to rise above it, push past the disorientation, and regain my composure.

Gritting my teeth, I summoned every ounce of resilience I possessed. Slowly, I pushed myself up, feeling the strain in my muscles as I fought against gravity. The world still seemed off-kilter, but I refused to let it defeat me.

With each wobbly step, I focused on the rhythmic pattern of my breathing, grounding myself in the present. The frustration that had consumed me now transformed into a fierce determination. I would not let this setback define me.

As I stood upright, a surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins. The disorientation may have momentarily weakened me, but it had also ignited a fire within me. I took a deep breath and released a resolute roar, declaring to the universe that I'm not defeated.

In that moment, I realized that vulnerability was not a weakness, but a testament to my humanity. It reminded me of the strength that lies within, even in the face of adversity. With renewed purpose, I took my first confident step forward, ready to conquer whatever challenges lay ahead.

In that moment, ready for the next challenge, I moved forward.