The day after the entrance exams, I found myself walking to my first official class at Vesperian Academy. Philosophy & History of Aether, they called it. It wasn't just a class; it was our gateway to understanding the power that had changed the world, the energies that drove our abilities, and ultimately, what made our new reality tick.
The classroom was unlike any I had ever seen—the walls themselves seemed to hum with energy, shimmering with an iridescent glow that hinted at something otherworldly. Aether flowed through translucent conduits embedded in the ceiling and walls, providing illumination that changed in color and intensity depending on the time of day. The seats were arranged in a semicircle around a raised platform, where Professor Laywen Bowers stood, already speaking as students trickled in.
Professor Bowers was an eccentric-looking man, his silver hair pulled back into a low ponytail, a pair of thin, silver-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. His clothes were a mix of old-world academia—complete with a long coat—and something distinctly modern, glowing with faint traces of Aetheric runes. His eyes carried an intensity that made you immediately want to pay attention.
"Welcome, everyone, to Philosophy & History of Aether," he began, his voice both commanding and oddly melodic. "For some of you, this may seem like a simple lecture on the past, but I assure you, what you learn here will shape your future and how you wield your power." He paused, his gaze sweeping across the room, lingering on each of us for a heartbeat. "Today, we'll be covering the energies of our world—those forces that define creation, destruction, evolution, and entropy."
He motioned to the center of the room, where a three-dimensional diagram appeared—a holographic display composed of flowing Aether. Various colors and tendrils twisted into patterns representing different forces.
"The first energy we need to understand is Aether," Professor Bowers began, pointing at a swirling blue-green section of the display. "Aether is the very foundation of life itself. It is in the air we breathe, the water we drink, the food we eat. It exists in all living beings and powers basic abilities—the diluted essence of Animara, which serves as the basic building block of existence. Most Artists, like yourselves, begin by using Aether to perform arts that range from combat techniques to basic elemental control."
A few murmurs of understanding spread through the room. Professor Bowers smiled knowingly. "But Aether is only the beginning," he continued. "To truly understand the nature of our world, you must also understand Animara." With a wave of his hand, the diagram shifted, a vibrant golden light emerging at the center.
"Animara is pure creation—the primal force from which everything is derived. Unlike Aether, which is diluted and contained, Animara has unfiltered potential. It has the power to create, to evolve, and to reshape existence itself. The Phantasmal Sea, our source of all life and energy, is the wellspring of Animara. But using it requires mastery, wisdom, and—perhaps most importantly—restraint. Recklessness leads to catastrophe, like Tiamat's Cry, when Animara rained upon the world, unlocking hidden potential, but at a tremendous cost."
The mention of Tiamat's Cry drew everyone's attention—it was the event that had shaped our generation, after all. The professor allowed a beat of silence before continuing.
"Tiamat's Cry brought evolution—some beings evolved into demi-humans, others into monstrous Phantasms. It awakened dormant powers, both for good and ill. The rain of Animara healed some, granted strength to others, and sparked the resurgence of the 11 Calamitous Empires. Each of you here may owe some of your potential to that moment."
He paused, his eyes catching mine for just an instant—as though he knew about my unique connection to Animara. I refocused, unwilling to let the moment distract me.
"Next, we have Void Energy," Professor Bowers said, and the diagram darkened, a deep, consuming black spreading outward. "Void Energy is entropy, decay, the great unmaking. It originates from the Void, the counterbalance to the Phantasmal Sea. Where Animara creates, Void Energy destroys—but it is not mere destruction. It negates, it nullifies, and it erases even the concept of existence. It is the force that the reincarnation of Anu wields, and it stands as the ultimate counterpoint to the creative force of Animara."
He let the words sink in, the room filled with an uncomfortable silence. It was difficult not to feel the weight of such a force—one that could undo everything we knew.
"Void Energy is more than just a force of destruction," he elaborated, his voice growing softer as if he was revealing a guarded secret. "It is the great equalizer, the counterbalance that ensures creation does not spiral into unchecked chaos. There is beauty in its symmetry—where one force breathes life, another must extinguish it, to maintain equilibrium. Yet, wielding Void Energy is not without peril. It can consume, corrupt, and even break the wielder, turning it into a hollow vessel of entropy. This is why the Void Emperor, the reincarnation of Anu, is both feared and revered. To control the Void is to walk the razor's edge between existence and oblivion."
Professor Bowers paused again, allowing us to absorb his words. The atmosphere in the room felt heavier, as though we were collectively grappling with the implications of this dark force. I noticed a few students shifting uneasily in their seats, their expressions conflicted. The prospect of wielding something so destructive was both awe-inspiring and terrifying.
"In addition to these forces, we have Divine Power," Bowers continued, and the diagram shifted again, this time glowing with a bright white light. "Divine Power originates from Bahamut, the creator of the Genesis Grid, and is wielded by the Celestials and the Holy Orders. Divine energy is protective and restorative, but also judgmental. It serves to maintain order, to enforce the balance between creation and destruction. However, like all power, it can be misused, twisted into a tool for subjugation."
I found myself wondering if the Genesis Association—the group that used fragments of this power to hunt Phantasms—ever questioned their righteousness. After all, who decides what's "just"? Professor Bowers seemed to sense the shift in the room's energy, his expression growing more contemplative.
"Divine Power is often seen as absolute, but history tells us that absolutes are dangerous," he said, his voice taking on a more philosophical tone. "The Celestials enforce the laws of the Genesis Grid, but in doing so, they have often come into conflict with those who seek freedom, those who believe that evolution cannot be contained within a rigid framework. The tension between the Genesis Codex and Void Codex is not just about power—it is about ideology, about the right to exist without being bound by another's rules."
The diagram shifted once more, showing a swirling mix of black and white particles. "And this brings us to Anti-Particles," Professor Bowers said. "A unique manifestation of Void Energy, wielded by the Void Sovereign. These particles do more than destroy—they reverse existence itself. They undo Aether, Animara, and even Divine Power. They degrade, and they devolve until all that remains is nothingness. Anti-particles can unmake the very essence of a being, erasing their existence from both the physical and metaphysical realms. They are dangerous, volatile, and one of the reasons the Void is feared across the Phantasmal Sea."
He paced slowly in front of us, his gaze thoughtful as he continued. "The Void Sovereign is the primary user of Anti-Particles. His power is unlike anything we have seen before—he embodies the very concept of nullification, anathema to creation. To wield Anti-Particles is to hold the ability to unravel reality itself. Imagine a force that could erase not just a being, but the memory of that being—their history, their impact on the world, gone as though they had never existed. It is power beyond comprehension, a power that transcends even death."
The professor paused, letting his words settle into the heavy silence that had taken over the room. The diagram faded, and he folded his hands behind his back, pacing slowly in front of us.
"This is our reality," he said, his voice softer now. "We live in a world of forces in constant conflict—creation and destruction, freedom and subjugation, evolution and stagnation. Every energy, every power, has its purpose, its place. But the question you must ask yourselves is this: how will you wield the power given to you? Will you create? Or will you destroy?"
His eyes moved across the room, and for a brief moment, I saw something in his gaze—a challenge, a warning. My thoughts drifted back to the Imperial Legion I had summoned in the Rift, the raw power I had wielded to reshape the battlefield in an instant. Was I a creator? A destroyer? Or something in between?
The bell rang, signaling the end of the lecture. Professor Bowers looked up, blinking as though coming out of a trance, and then smiled at us. "For your assignment, I want each of you to write a reflection on Tiamat's Cry and its impact on the energies of the world. Think about what you've learned today, and what role you want to play in this story. Dismissed."
The students began to file out, but I lingered for a moment, my mind spinning with everything we'd just covered. Aether, Animara, Void Energy—they were more than just sources of power. They were the essence.
The second class at Vesperian Academy began with a sense of anticipation as I walked into my next class—Scientific Principles of Aether Physics. I couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and nervousness; this was supposed to be one of the most challenging courses, a real test of not just raw talent but understanding. As I stepped into the classroom, my eyes widened. It looked like something straight out of a futuristic sci-fi movie—holographic diagrams hovered in the air, translucent monitors lined the walls, and Aether conduits pulsed softly beneath a glass-paneled floor. The room seemed to vibrate with the raw energy of knowledge, a place where theory and practice intertwined seamlessly, making it feel like the cradle of groundbreaking discoveries.
At the center of it all stood Professor Idyn Truelle. She was stunning, with a presence that commanded the room effortlessly. Her long, burgundy hair flowed down her back, and her striking blue eyes seemed to pierce through every student as if gauging their potential. Dressed in a sleek suit that somehow managed to look both elegant and authoritative, she exuded an aura of beauty, intelligence, and precision. Her demeanor was that of someone who knew the secrets of the universe and reveled in the chance to impart them—if only you were worthy enough to understand.
"Good morning, class," she said her voice like a soft chime that filled the room. "Welcome to Scientific Principles of Aether Physics. This course will not only explain the fundamental laws that govern the Aether you manipulate but also challenge you to question the very principles upon which your abilities rest. If you think wielding Aether is about instinct alone, then I promise you, you will be sorely mistaken." Her lips curved slightly, as though she enjoyed the prospect of blowing apart our misconceptions. Her words held an edge, promising that what we knew would be reshaped into something far greater.
She raised a hand, and instantly, an intricate hologram of the elemental Aether types appeared above her—each represented by a different color, swirling in a mesmerizing dance. "Aether isn't a singular entity," Professor Truelle continued, "but a complex and diverse energy with many manifestations. Today, we'll begin by discussing the elemental types of Aether and their inherent logic, which determine how you, as Artists, can use them."
She pointed at a blazing red orb, which expanded into a rotating holographic display. "Fire Aether—rooted in the elements of heat, combustion, and nuclear energy. Its elemental logic revolves around intensity and transformation. The core abilities of Fire users include Flame Manipulation, Nuclear Fusion, and Thermal Conversion. Artists like Vallen, for instance, utilize the principles of nuclear fusion, harnessing isotopes like Deuterium to amplify their fire-based abilities. Fire is about more than just flames—it's about the raw, uncontrolled potential of energy and how we can harness it to reshape our reality."
How did she know that about Vallen? When it took Rose forever to figure that out.
The hologram shifted, a blue sphere taking its place. "Water Aether. Fluidity, adaptability, life—these are the principles that guide it. Water users can manipulate states of matter, creating constructs and barriers, and they can even absorb water from their surroundings to heal themselves or others. Hydrokinesis and Cryokinesis are core abilities of Water Artists. For a true Water Artist, understanding the hydrogen and oxygen atoms at the base of all liquid manipulation is crucial." She glanced at me briefly, her eyes lingering as if challenging me to prove my understanding. "Water Aether embodies the principle of change—it is about moving with the flow, adapting to obstacles, and finding strength in flexibility."
The holographic display cycled through the other elemental types—Earth, Air, Void, Life, Energy, Psychic, and Quantum—each represented by their colors and symbols. Professor Truelle spoke with an authority that made it impossible not to pay attention, her explanations weaving both the natural elements and the metaphysical into a coherent tapestry.
"Earth Aether," she continued, gesturing to a rich brown orb that appeared in the hologram, "is rooted in stability, creation, and resilience. Earth Artists are masters of minerals, metals, and the ground beneath your feet. They can reshape terrain, create defensive structures, and use the very earth as both weapon and shield. Geomancy, Seismic Control, and Metal Manipulation are the core abilities. Earth is about permanence—about creating something that stands the test of time, something unyielding that shapes the battlefield in your favor."
She moved on, and the display shifted to a vibrant yellow sphere. "Air Aether users manipulate gases—everything from oxygen to trace elements like Argon. Their power comes from control over movement and pressure, allowing for high-speed attacks, air barriers, and even altering the atmosphere. Understanding the molecular composition of the air is key to mastering this element. It isn't just about commanding the winds; it's about the chemistry that lies beneath." She demonstrated by creating a miniature whirlwind between her hands, and the air buzzed with energy as the wind picked up speed, sharp and controlled. It was a vivid demonstration of her mastery.
Professor Truelle then turned to a dark orb that seemed to pulse with an eerie emptiness. "Void Aether is the opposite of creation," she explained, her voice lowering, almost as if to emphasize the danger inherent in such power. "Void is about absence—a removal of matter, energy, and even existence. A skilled Void Artist can manipulate the fabric of space itself, creating singularities or warping dimensions. Spatial Distortion and Darkness Manipulation are its core abilities. The idea here is not just about controlling the space around you—it's about understanding what exists when everything else is taken away, and how to manipulate that absence to your advantage."
Next came a vibrant green sphere. "Life Aether is unique in its focus on growth, healing, and biological manipulation. It allows Artists to enhance their bodies, heal wounds, or even manipulate the biology of other beings. Life Aether is connected to evolution—it can bring out latent potential or cause rapid adaptation. Healing, Evolution, and Biological Manipulation are its core aspects. It embodies the essence of creation at a cellular level, a force that nurtures life or drives it to new heights, making it a crucial element in the survival of those who wield it."
A holographic representation of various gases filled the room once again, emphasizing the diversity within Air Aether. "Air Aether users manipulate gases—everything from oxygen to trace elements like Argon. Their power comes from control over movement and pressure, allowing for high-speed attacks, air barriers, and even altering the atmosphere. Understanding the molecular composition of the air is key to mastering this element. It isn't just about commanding the winds; it's about the chemistry that lies beneath." She demonstrated by creating a miniature whirlwind between her hands, and the air buzzed with energy as the wind picked up speed, sharp and controlled.
Professor Truelle paused, allowing the information to sink in. "Now, an important point to understand is that every Aether type adheres to its elemental logic, guiding the nature of your powers. For instance, Energy Aether users focus on absorption, projection, and construct creation. Energy is about transformation and amplification—it is what turns potential into kinetic and stored Aether into devastation. The raw power of Energy Artists lies in their ability to absorb attacks, store that energy, and then release it in explosive bursts."
She walked around the room, her heels clicking softly on the glass-paneled floor. "The limitations of each Aether type are often determined by the properties of the elements you manipulate. For example, Water Artists depend on the availability of water. In a dry environment, your powers are limited unless you can draw moisture from the atmosphere or your own body. Similarly, Earth Artists are constrained by the mineral composition of their surroundings. Manipulating iron-rich soil is quite different from controlling silica or carbon-based substances like diamonds."
The hologram shifted again, showing a glowing diagram of interconnected lines—the Genesis Grid. "The Genesis Grid is what governs your abilities at their core. Each Aether type is linked to a specific stat, which enhances attributes that align with the nature of that element. Fire enhances Strength, Air boosts Agility, and so on. The better you understand this correlation, the more effectively you'll wield your abilities. But in all actuality, it's just a fun way to help track your training progress. The stats don't do anything."
She tapped a finger against the Genesis Grid, and it expanded, revealing a radar chart depicting different stats—Strength, Agility, Endurance, Defense, Crit, Intelligence, Will, and Magic. "Your stats correlate with your Aether affinity. For instance, Water Aether improves Endurance, allowing you to sustain longer in battle or recover from damage more quickly. Quantum Aether enhances Superposition, an attribute that allows its users to manipulate probabilities and exist in multiple states at once—a feat that, if mastered, could change the tide of any battle."
Professor Truelle gave us a moment to absorb this before continuing. "And then there are the interactions. Elemental synergy can lead to combined effects—Fire and Air create infernos, and Earth and Water can form traps. These synergies make teamwork among Artists invaluable. On the other hand, opposing Aether types may cancel each other out—Water versus Fire, Quantum versus Void. This knowledge can determine victory or defeat. Understanding not only your power but also the weaknesses and strengths of others is vital in coordinated combat."
She gestured, and the hologram changed to depict several figures—each representing a different role. "Now, consider your combat role. There are different classes of Aether users, inspired by archetypes that have existed long before our modern time. Strikers focus on direct, high-impact combat. Defenders build barriers and fortifications. Rangers utilize long-range attacks, while Supporters provide healing and enhancements. Then, there are the Mages—Artists who manipulate the battlefield with devastating spells—and Summoners, who bring forth allies to aid in battle. Finally, Tacticians are experts who strategize and control the flow of battle, directing their team to exploit every advantage."
She paused, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Knowing your strengths, your affinity, and your role in battle isn't just about self-awareness—it's about survival. The Phantasms you face won't care about your feelings or your intentions. They will strike with the intent to annihilate, and you must respond with calculated force and precision. The difference between life and death will often come down to how well you understand both the nature of your power and your place on the battlefield."
The hologram faded, and Professor Truelle turned to face us directly, her gaze intense. "In this class, we will dissect not only the properties of Aether but also the science behind them. You'll understand the interactions between elemental energies at a molecular level, how Quantum Aether relates to subatomic particles, and how Void Aether affects the space-time fabric. By the end of this course, I expect each of you to be able to not only wield your power but also understand it at a fundamental, scientific level."
She walked over to her desk and tapped on a tablet, causing a series of equations and diagrams to appear on the monitors around the room. "Today's assignment is to solve these problems—each one represents a practical application of Aether physics. Whether it's calculating the energy needed to sustain a nuclear reaction using Fire Aether or determining the amount of water required to form a defensive barrier, these problems will help you understand the limits and possibilities of your powers."
Professor Truelle looked back at us, her blue eyes shimmering with challenge. "Remember, power without understanding is dangerous. If you wish to become a true Artist, you must learn to think critically about your abilities, question their limits, and push beyond them. Only by understanding the principles that govern your Aether can you hope to master it."
The bell rang, signaling the end of the class, but no one moved. We were all still absorbing the information, the sheer depth of what we'd just learned sinking in. Professor Truelle gave us a final nod. "You are dismissed. I expect those assignments on my desk by tomorrow morning. And remember—mastery begins with understanding. Do not settle for less."
As I gathered my things, I couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of purpose. This wasn't just about wielding Aether—it was about mastering the laws that governed it and understanding the science behind the magic. It was a daunting challenge, but one I was already doing. As I left the classroom, I knew that this was just the beginning of understanding my place in this chaotic existence.
"Well on to the next class" I stated as I started walking through the hallway I bumped into someone and they immediately tried to one arm throw me. I flipped mid-air landing on my feet.
"I was going to say my bad but since your first action is to throw maybe I don't need to," I said slyly.
"Oh no it's my apologies I wasn't paying attention. I'm so sorry!" The dude grabbed my arms and took my hand to shake it. "My name is Luca Morningstar."
"Lucian…Draconis. Or at least that's the last name I gave myself." I replied.
"Awesome cool name. What class are you heading to?" he asked me.
"Aether Control," I replied.
"Same, wanna wake together?" He smiled.
"Pretty friendly I see… Sure I guess don't be slow tho," I retorted.
"Okay!" He replied.
The next class on my schedule was Aether Control, taught by Professor Regenia Polk. The classroom was a bit more traditional compared to the futuristic setting of Scientific Principles of Aether Physics, but the atmosphere carried its weight of intensity. The walls were lined with glyphs that pulsed with subtle Aetheric energy, and the center of the room had training mats and targets set up—it was clear this was not just about theory, but about practical, hands-on control.
Professor Polk stood at the front, her eyes sharp and discerning. She was a stern figure, her dark hair tied back tightly, and she carried an aura that demanded respect. Her reputation as a strict, no-nonsense instructor preceded her, and I could see why. She immediately launched into the lesson, her voice strong and authoritative.
"Today, we'll be focusing on the fundamental methods of manipulating Aether," she began, pacing back and forth. "Control over Aether is the foundation of every Art you will ever perform. Without mastery of Aether's flow, even the most powerful talent will be wasted. Today, we start with the basics—channeling and focusing Aether to perform a simple Water Lance."
She demonstrated, extending her hand as a swirl of blue energy formed into a lance made of water, sharp and sleek. It hovered just above her palm, and with a flick of her wrist, the lance shot forward and impaled a training dummy across the room, leaving a significant dent. "This is a basic technique," she continued. "Precision, control, and intent are key." She turned to face us, her gaze piercing. "I want each of you to focus your Aether and create your own Lance given your respective elements. Let's begin."
Students around me began their attempts, some struggling, others producing shaky versions of the lance. I could see the concentration etched into their faces. I took a deep breath, feeling the Aether within me. But I couldn't help but feel that the way they were doing it—the way Professor Polk demonstrated—was too rigid, too methodical. I had my way, a method I called "Imagery," where imagination became the key to Aether's manipulation.
I raised my hand, my voice cutting through the focused silence. "Professor Polk, isn't there more than one way to manipulate Aether? Why do we limit ourselves to such a prescribed method?"
The professor's eyes narrowed, her gaze locking onto mine. The room fell silent, and I could feel everyone's eyes turning toward me. "Are you suggesting, Mr. Lucian, that there is a better way than the one being taught here?" Her voice was calm, but there was an edge to it.
I nodded, not backing down. "I'm saying that Aether responds to intent and imagination. If you visualize the result, you can shape the Aether without confining it to a single formula. I call it 'Imagery'—using imagination as the core driver of Aether manipulation."
There were murmurs from the other students, some curious, others skeptical. Professor Polk's gaze didn't waver. "Imagination, you say? Very well, Mr. Lucian. If you're so confident in your approach, let's put it to the test." She motioned towards the dummies lined up at the other end of the room. "We will have a demonstration. You and I will both perform the Water Lance. Whoever does more damage to the dummy wins. If you lose, you will receive negative Achievement Points. Do you accept?"
The stakes were high—negative AP would mean falling behind in the House rankings, but I wasn't about to back down now. "I accept," I replied firmly.
Professor Polk gave a curt nod and turned to face the dummy. She extended her hand once again, her Aether flowing with practiced precision. The Water Lance she created shot forward like a bullet, striking the dummy with immense force. The impact left a sizable dent in its chest, and a few gasps echoed around the room. She turned to me, her expression unreadable. "Your turn, Mr. Lucian."
I stepped forward, closing my eyes for a moment. I could feel the Aether within me—it was like a river, flowing and shifting, waiting for me to guide it. I opened my eyes, focusing on the target, and whispered, "Skewer."
The Aether surged, responding to my intent, and several heavily condensed water lances materialized around me. They were sharper, denser, and carried a weight that I could feel resonating in the air. With a flick of my wrist, the lances shot forward, each one striking the dummy with pinpoint accuracy. The force of the impact left a massive, donut-sized hole clean through the dummy's chest.
The room fell into stunned silence. I could feel the shock radiating from the other students—many of them had seen me fight in the entrance exam, but this was different. This was control, precision, and power all at once. I turned to face Professor Polk, who was regarding me with a mixture of surprise and something else—perhaps curiosity.
"Well," she said, her voice carrying a hint of grudging respect, "it seems your 'Imagery' has some merit after all." She paused, her gaze steady. "See me after class, Mr. Lucian."
I nodded, making my way back to my seat. As I passed by, I could hear the whispers of my classmates, a mix of amazement and disbelief. Some of them exchanged glances, their expressions ranging from admiration to envy. I allowed myself a small smile, taking the win without letting it swell my ego too much. Today wasn't just about proving myself—it was about showing that there was more than one way to master Aether and that sometimes, imagination could be just as powerful as discipline.
As the class continued, Professor Polk resumed her lecture, her tone slightly different—less rigid, more contemplative. She spoke about the importance of control and discipline, but she also acknowledged the role of creativity in Aether manipulation. "While the methods we teach are tried and true," she said, "there is always room for innovation. The key is to balance creativity with control. Too much of one without the other leads to either chaos or stagnation."
I could feel the shift in the room. My classmates were more engaged, their curiosity piqued by the demonstration. They began experimenting with their own Water Lances, some attempting to add their flair, others focusing on refining their control. Professor Polk moved among them, offering guidance, her sharp eyes watching for both mistakes and moments of brilliance.
When the class finally ended, I gathered my things and approached Professor Polk at her desk. She looked up as I approached, her expression still unreadable. "Mr. Lucian," she began, her voice measured, "you have a unique approach to Aether manipulation. I won't deny that it has potential, but it is also dangerous. Imagination can lead to incredible breakthroughs, but without discipline, it can also lead to catastrophic failures."
I nodded, understanding her point. "I know, Professor. But I believe that if we limit ourselves to only what has been done before, we'll never discover what could be possible. I want to push those boundaries."
Professor Polk regarded me for a long moment before finally nodding. "Very well. I will allow you to continue using your 'Imagery' in my class, but you will be held to a higher standard. You must demonstrate not only creativity but also control. If I see even a hint of recklessness, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Professor," I replied, meeting her gaze. "I won't let you down."
A faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "We'll see, Mr. Lucian. Now, go. You have much to prepare for. The next few weeks will not be easy."
I nodded and turned to leave, feeling a mix of relief and determination. As I walked out of the classroom, I could still feel the eyes of my classmates on me, their whispers following in my wake. I knew that I had made an impression today—both on Professor Polk and my peers. But this was only the beginning. There was still so much to learn, so much to prove.
As I made my way back to the House Phantasm dorm, I couldn't help but replay the duel in my mind. The thrill of shaping Aether with nothing but my imagination, the way it had responded so perfectly to my intent—it was exhilarating. But I also understood Professor Polk's warning. Imagination without control was like a blade without a handle—dangerous to everyone, including the one wielding it.
The sun was beginning to set as I reached the dorm, the sky painted in hues of orange and purple. I paused for a moment, taking in the sight, letting the cool evening air fill my lungs. I had won today, but there would be more challenges ahead—more tests, more battles, more chances to prove myself. And I was ready for all of it.
As I entered the dorm, I was greeted by the lively chatter of my housemates. Syd was lounging on one of the sofas, her eyes lighting up when she saw me. "Hey, Lucian! Heard you made quite the impression in Aether Control today!"
I gave her a modest shrug, a small grin playing on my lips. "You could say that. It was... an interesting class."
Brodie, who was sitting at the kitchen counter munching on an apple, raised an eyebrow. "Interesting? From what I heard, you put a hole through the training dummy. That's an accomplishment coming from a first year on the first day of class."
"By the way, we also have a new member he was here earlier and he said that he ran into someone new earlier who had the same insignia as us so we guess it had to be you. He left to go see the rest of the school since he was late for orientation," Syd said.
"The only person I ran into today that I'd know is Kiran that bastard. But there was some other dude who didn't have a uniform to any house on. His name was Luca I think." I replied.
"Yep that's him, how was he?" Brodie asked.
"Seemed very bubbly but he was taller than me and I'm 6"3 and also very well built," I replied. "He could have been a part of Anima for all I knew."
"Yeah he was a pretty big guy but he seemed sweet. Like he's innocent or something." Syd said gleefully holding her face. "And he was incredibly handsome…"
"He was right Syd I think you need to stop looking at every cute guy and fawning over them. Have some decorum," Lena sighed in the corner of the room reading a new book.
"What are you reading over there?" I asked her.
"None of your business, don't you have another class to prepare for." She retorted.
"Sheesh, who pissed in your cereal? Do you have any friends? Be surprised with that attitude," I clapped back.
"Do you wanna go at it, newbie? It's been a minute since I put someone in their place." Lena stated closing her book.
"Oooo so scary, I'm quite literally shivering… I do not need to be scared of you and if you ever wanna go I'd be happy to oblige. Do know that I don't hold back for anyone." I replied with a smug grin.
"Do I hear fighting down there? If that's the case why not do some of my training instead." A loud voice coming from upstairs said.
"UHHH NO NEED KARLINA ALL GOOD DOWN HERE!" Syd yelled. "Listen I don't think it's in anyone's interest to have her do your training. Remember what happened last time Lena?"
"Yea…I couldn't use my art for a week. Who knew she could push the Aether cores and veins like that." Lena stated with a shiver.
"What's so bad about her training?" I asked and like I said something I shouldn't have everyone snapped their necks in my direction and quietly shook their heads.
"I guess it's not something good. Noted." I remarked turning around and leaving for my next class. "They're all a bunch of weirdos."
The next class on my schedule was Aether Density and Science, led by Professor Rebecca Freedmen. Stepping into the classroom, I couldn't help but be struck by the juxtaposition between ancient wisdom and futuristic technology. The room was lit by softly glowing Aether Lamps, each fueled by low-grade Aether Prisms, giving off a calming, bluish hue. The walls were decorated with models depicting the flow of Aether through the Genesis Grid, and a holographic display at the front of the room was buzzing with activity—an array of numbers and diagrams cycling through the dense information about Aether density and its applications in various fields.
Professor Freedmen herself was a striking figure, her flowing robes a mix of traditional academia and Aether-infused embroidery that glimmered with every subtle movement. She was known for her deep understanding of Aetheric sciences and her beauty—traits that commanded attention. Her long brown hair flowed down her back, and her eyes were the color of molten gold, reflecting the same glow as the Aether Prisms she spoke of. There was an aura of mystery and authority around her, making it impossible not to pay attention when she spoke.
"Welcome, students," she said, her voice melodic yet carrying a distinct authority. "Today we will delve into the concept of Aether Density, a critical factor that influences every Art, every piece of technology, and indeed, the very balance of power within our world."
She gestured towards the holographic display, and a 3D model of a human figure appeared, with bright streams of Aether coursing through the figure's body like veins of energy. "Aether Density," she began, "is akin to what some ancient scholars once called Spiritual Mass and other names in certain otherworldly realms. It is the very measure of how much Aether an individual or object can hold and channel. The denser the Aether, the more potent the Art, the more intense the energy, and the more formidable the user. This concept is fundamental to understanding personal power and the technological marvels that sustain our society."
Professor Freedmen then pulled out a small crystal—a Low-Grade Aether Prism. It pulsed with a faint light, a shard of energy that was nothing special at first glance. She held it up for all of us to see. "This is a Low Grade Prism. It is the least saturated form of Aether we use, but it serves as the foundation of our technology. It powers the Aether Lamps you see here, communication devices, and household appliances. These are ubiquitous—everyday items that utilize Aether in its most basic form."
With a flick of her wrist, she exchanged the Low-Grade Prism for a slightly larger, more radiant one. "And this is a mid-grade prism. You will often see these in use for more advanced applications—standard military equipment, Aether-powered vehicles, medical devices, and even Aether Armor used by the standard forces. They are moderately saturated and capable of sustaining greater power output, making them invaluable to our day-to-day survival. The difference in Aether Density between these and Low-Grade Prisms is significant, allowing for more complex and powerful applications."
The next Prism she presented was much larger and brilliantly flawless. "A High-Grade Prism," she announced, and the room seemed to collectively hold its breath. The energy emanating from it was palpable, a pulsing intensity that made the Aether around us vibrate in resonance. "These are used in elite combat suits, advanced medical technologies, and high-energy weapons—things only those in the upper echelons of our society are privileged to have access to. They provide immense power, and the knowledge to harness that power is no small feat. Controlling this level of Aether requires not just talent, but rigorous training and a deep understanding of Aetheric science."
Professor Freedmen finally lifted a truly breathtaking crystal—the Supreme Grade Prism. It glowed with an iridescent light, shifting colors like the aurora. "This," she said softly, her eyes almost reverent, "is a Supreme Grade Prism. The purest, most potent form of Aether we have harnessed. These Prisms power planetary defense systems, terraform planets, create Dimensional Gates, and sustain the Aether Reactors that power entire cities. They are the pinnacle of our technological achievement, and only the most capable individuals are trusted with their use. They represent the very height of what we can achieve as a society."
She placed the Supreme Grade Prism back on her desk, her gaze sweeping across the classroom. "The ability to manipulate Aether Density is not merely about possessing more Aether. It is about understanding how to compress, refine, and sustain that energy within oneself or a tool. A single mistake can lead to catastrophic failure—Aether can either be a source of creation or destruction, depending on how it is handled. The higher the grade of the Prism, the more refined your control must be, as even a minor fluctuation can lead to dangerous consequences."
Professor Freedmen paused for a moment, then gestured towards the rows of training equipment set up along the side of the classroom. "Now, let's discuss practical application. Each of you will be working with Aether Prisms today, beginning with Low Grade and working your way up. Your task is to compress and refine the Aether within these Prisms to increase their output, and to understand how even a small change in Aether Density can drastically alter the Prism's performance."
She then handed each of us a small Low-Grade Prism. It felt cool in my hand, a smooth crystal that barely pulsed with energy. My task was to focus, to refine the Aether within it—to make the energy denser, more concentrated. The concept felt almost instinctual as if it was an extension of my ability to manipulate Aether. I could feel the potential within the Prism, waiting to be unlocked.
"Concentrate on the flow," Professor Freedmen instructed, moving among us, her golden eyes observing every student closely. "Feel the Aether within the Prism—understand how it flows, how it breathes. Compression is about controlling that breath, refining it to create something greater than what it was. You must learn to listen to the Aether, understand its rhythm, and adjust accordingly. Only then can you truly master it."
I closed my eyes, focusing on the Aether within the Prism. It felt like a gentle pulse, a heartbeat that I could sense at the edge of my awareness. I let my own Aether flow into the Prism, merging with its energy. The pulse grew stronger, the light brighter. I could feel the Aether compressing, folding in on itself, becoming denser and more powerful. It was like trying to shape water into a solid form—fluid, yet responsive to my intent.
There were murmurs around me as some students struggled. A few managed to get their Prisms to glow brighter, but others caused their Prisms to flicker and dim. It was a delicate balance—too much force and the Prism would shatter, too little and nothing would change. The key was not just in exerting power, but in understanding how to guide the energy, and how to coax it into the desired state.
After several minutes, I felt a surge within my Prism, the energy condensing until it glowed with a steady, bright light—far brighter than it had been before. I opened my eyes, seeing the transformed crystal in my hand. Professor Freedmen noticed and approached, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied the Prism.
"Well done, Mr. Lucian," she said, her voice carrying a mix of approval and curiosity. "You seem to have a natural affinity for Aether compression. Perhaps you understand more about the flow of Aether than I initially thought." Her gaze held mine for a moment before she moved on, her robe swishing softly. There was something in her eyes—perhaps a recognition that I wasn't just another student, but someone capable of pushing beyond the ordinary limits.
As the class progressed, Professor Freedmen began discussing how Aether Density tied into the scientific advancements of our society. She explained how Aether Prisms powered not just weapons and armor, but also entire infrastructures. The Aether Generators that sustained our cities relied on the compression techniques we were practicing today—scaled up to an industrial level, of course. Supreme-grade prisms, in particular, were vital for large-scale operations like planetary defense and space exploration, their energy output unmatched by any other source.
"Aether Density is the difference between a simple lamp and a weapon that could defend a world," she said, her voice commanding the room's attention. "Understanding the science behind it—the compression, refinement, and application—is what allows us to use Aether not just for combat, but for advancement, for progress. That is why this class is crucial. The knowledge you gain here will shape your ability to impact the world, whether it's on the battlefield or in the development of new technologies."
She continued, showing us holographic projections of various devices powered by Aether Prisms, from the simplest household appliances to the massive Aether Reactors that powered space stations and entire cities. Each advancement was built on the principles we were learning today. The difference in Aether Density between grades of Prisms allowed for a range of possibilities—from minor enhancements to miraculous feats that bordered on the impossible. The understanding of Aether Density was the foundation upon which the entire technological and magical society was built.
I found myself genuinely fascinated. The concept of Aether Density wasn't just about power—it was about refinement, about understanding the intricacies of energy and how it could be harnessed to shape our world. It was the perfect blend of science and mysticism, and it opened up a world of possibilities. My mind was already spinning with ideas, thinking of how I could apply this knowledge to my abilities, how I could push the limits of what I could do with my Imagery technique by combining it with Aether Density control. The potential applications were endless—what if I could condense Aether to create more durable constructs, or enhance my attacks to be even more devastating?
Professor Freedmen wrapped up the class by assigning each of us a project—to take a Low-Grade Prism and, over the next week, refine it to the point where it could power something beyond its original capabilities. "Creativity is key," she said, her gaze sweeping across the room. "Think beyond what has been done before. Innovation is what drives progress, and I expect nothing less from each of you. You have the tools and the knowledge—now show me what you can create."
As I left the classroom, the Prism still in my hand, I felt a sense of excitement. This was more than just another class—this was a step toward understanding the deeper mysteries of Aether, of how it could be used to not just fight, but create, to shape the world in ways that had never been imagined before. And I intended to be at the forefront of that innovation. I could already envision the possibilities—Prisms that could enhance not just technology, but the human body, augmenting strength, speed, and perception. Prisms that could be used to create new Arts, pushing the boundaries of what Aether manipulation could achieve.
The path ahead was filled with challenges, but also with limitless potential. I knew that this journey would require me to not only my skills but also my understanding of the very nature of Aether itself. As I looked at the glowing Prism in my hand, I felt ready to take on whatever lay ahead, determined to push the boundaries of what was possible and carve out my place in the ever-evolving world of Aetheric science.
As I stepped out of Professor Truelle's classroom, the Aether Prism still warm in my hand, I headed towards my next destination: Arts (Elemental & Specialization). My schedule had noted that this was not just a theoretical class but one that delved into combat, pushing students to their limits to hone our Arts in both creative and confrontational ways. I was eager for this particular class; combat was where my abilities could truly shine. Plus, I'd heard rumors about the professor—a man named Michael Stalkhood, apparently legendary for his combat prowess and his intense, no-nonsense style.
I pushed open the door to the combat arena, which was far more spacious than I had anticipated. The floor was covered with a mixture of training mats and sparring zones, all under a vast ceiling where Aether-infused lights bathed the room in a warm glow. Weapons of all kinds adorned the walls, and the room was buzzing with energy. I could already see students gearing up for what looked like some serious action.
As I scanned the room, my eyes landed on some familiar faces. To the left, adjusting his gloves with an air of barely contained arrogance, stood Nikolai. His fiery aura was palpable even from this distance as if the very air around him bent to his will. I could tell from his focused expression that he was ready to prove himself again, perhaps even more eager after the events of the Rift.
Next to him was Vallen. His stance was relaxed, but his eyes gave away the same determination I knew all too well. The tension was evident even from a distance—a mix of rivalry, respect, and something that teetered on the edge of hostility. He glanced up and caught my gaze, his expression tightening into a small nod of acknowledgment.
And then, there was Luca. He was the opposite of what I expected to see in a combat class. His light blond hair fell messily across his forehead, and his grin seemed to stretch from ear to ear as he bounced on his toes, clearly excited. He looked over and caught my eye, and, as if he'd known me for years, gave me an enthusiastic wave.
"Lucian!" he called, his voice cutting through the hum of chatter in the room. Before I could even think about ignoring him, he bounded over, stopping directly in front of me. "Dude, I've been hoping we'd end up in the same class! This is gonna be epic!"
I stared at him, my expression unmoved. Most people knew better than to be this familiar with me after just meeting once or twice. "Luca," I replied, my voice flat, "you're way too excited for a combat class."
He didn't seem fazed by my lack of enthusiasm. If anything, his grin widened. "Of course, I am! It's all about getting stronger, right? And I've heard you're the guy to beat after that Rift battle." He jabbed his thumb towards his chest. "And hey, maybe we can spar sometime—it'll be fun!"
I frowned. Most people who wanted to fight me were driven by either arrogance or fear—two things I despised. Luca, on the other hand, seemed to lack both. It was strange, almost disarming.
Before I could respond, a deep, commanding voice boomed across the room. "Alright, everyone, listen up!"
All heads turned as Professor Michael Stalkhood stepped into view. He was an imposing figure, his build a combination of strength and agility, his intense eyes scanning the crowd as if evaluating each of us. His presence filled the room, an aura of authority and confidence that immediately commanded respect.
"My name is Professor Michael Stalkhood," he began, his voice resonating with power. "In this class, you'll learn to master your Arts. Whether it's elemental, psychic, quantum, or anything else, I'm here to help you push your limits—and then break them." His eyes locked onto mine for a brief moment, as if daring me to show what I was capable of.
"Today, we're starting with a practical demonstration," he continued, his gaze sweeping over us all. "We're going to see what you can do—and what you think you can do. Pair up with someone you're either comfortable with or someone you want to take down. Your call."
The class immediately became a whirlwind of movement, with students finding partners with a mix of excitement and apprehension. As I turned to look for a partner, I felt Luca practically vibrating beside me.
"Come on, Lucian, let's pair up! I've been wanting to see what you can do up close!" he said, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.
Before I could respond, Nikolai sauntered over, his trademark smirk in place. "I think Lucian and I have some unfinished business," he said, a challenge clear in his eyes. He glanced at Luca dismissively. "I mean, you can go play somewhere else, kid."
Luca raised an eyebrow, his smile still intact, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes. "Oh, I see how it is," he said, almost laughing. "You think you're gonna walk all over Lucian? Not happening. Besides, I'm in this to make friends, not enemies."
Vallen joined us at that moment, his gaze flicking between the three of us. "Maybe we should make this interesting," he said, crossing his arms. "How about a four-way spar? We can all show each other what we've got."
Professor Stalkhood seemed to catch wind of the developing tension. He approached, eyeing the four of us with a glint of interest. "Looks like we've got ourselves a group that wants to go big," he said, his voice low but carrying authority. "Alright then, let's see it. The four of you, are front and center. Let's make this a showcase."
There was a murmur throughout the room as we moved to the center mat. I could feel the eyes of every student on us, their curiosity and anticipation hanging thick in the air. Professor Stalkhood gestured to an elevated platform where several students gathered, apparently meant for spectating these exact types of scenarios. I took my position opposite Nikolai, with Vallen and Luca facing each other as well.
"This spar will end when either I call it or when three of you are unable to continue," Professor Stalkhood said, a wicked smile tugging at his lips. "Go all out. I want to see your limits."
Luca turned to me, his grin still firmly in place. "Alright, Lucian, let's give them a show. Just try not to look too annoyed when I knock you down, alright?"
I narrowed my eyes, ignoring the urge to smirk back at him. "Don't hold back," I said coldly.
The energy shifted the moment Stalkhood gave the signal. I could feel the Aether around me surge as I activated my Art. The water rippled at my feet, summoned from the moisture in the air. I was aware of Vallen's nuclear energy crackling to life, bright sparks of plasma illuminating his stance. Beside him, Nikolai called forth a swirling gust of Celestial Wind, its force strong enough to send waves of pressure radiating through the arena. Luca, not to be left behind, summoned a field of pure electrical current, arcs of lightning dancing across his frame.
Nikolai was the first to move, his Celestial Wind gathering in intensity before he lunged at me, his eyes locked onto mine. I responded instinctively, forming a thick water barrier that absorbed the brunt of his attack, the wind dissipating as it struck the watery surface. I could see his teeth grit and his determination was evident—he was going to push me, and I was ready for it.
On the other side of the mat, Vallen and Luca clashed, energy crackling between them. Vallen's nuclear blasts collided with Luca's lightning, the combined force of their attacks sending shockwaves across the room. The ground beneath them shuddered, and I could hear Luca laughing—a genuine, joyous laugh as if he was having the time of his life.
"You're stronger than you look, man!" Luca called to Vallen, his eyes alight with excitement.
Vallen didn't respond, his focus unwavering. He pushed forward, his nuclear energy forming a concentrated beam aimed at Luca. Luca dodged, his body moving fluidly as the lightning around him flared, arcing towards Vallen in retaliation.
Meanwhile, Nikolai had shifted tactics. He was no longer trying to overpower me with sheer force. Instead, he moved with deceptive grace, his winds twisting and turning, trying to find gaps in my defenses. I adapted quickly, forming lances of water that I hurled towards him, forcing him to stay on the move.
"Is that all you've got, Lucian?" Nikolai taunted, a grin playing on his lips. "I expected more from the guy who took down the Rift Boss."
I clenched my jaw, ignoring his words. Taunts weren't going to get to me, not today. I summoned a more condensed wave of water, forming it into a whip that cracked through the air, forcing Nikolai back. He was quick, but I was learning his rhythm.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Luca and Vallen still locked in combat, their energies flashing with each strike and parry. Luca was grinning like a maniac, clearly enjoying the challenge Vallen presented. It was strange—in a way, his joy was infectious. Even Vallen, with all his stoic determination, seemed to let a small smile slip as they exchanged blows.
And then, something shifted in the air—a sudden increase in Aether that made my skin prickle. It was Vallen. He was done playing. He thrust his hands forward, nuclear energy bursting out in an explosive wave that sent Luca skidding back, his feet barely managing to keep him upright.
"Whoa! Alright, alright, I get it! You're serious!" Luca laughed, his lightning dissipating for a moment before he gathered it once again, his stance firming. "Let's go, then!"
Nikolai, seeing Vallen's display, seemed to think he had to match it. He pushed forward, his Celestial Wind gathering into a vortex around him as he lunged at me. I felt my own Aether surge, a sense of determination settling in. It was time to show them what I could do.
With a flick of my wrist, the water around me condensed, forming multiple lances that hovered in the air. I spoke a single word, my voice commanding. "Pierce."
The lances shot forward, meeting Nikolai's vortex head-on. The two forces collided, and for a moment, everything seemed to hang in balance—the wind pushing against the water, the two elements struggling for dominance. And then, slowly, my lances began to pierce through, cutting through the wind with precision until they reached Nikolai, forcing him to stumble back, his eyes widening in surprise.
Before I could press my advantage, Professor Stalkhood's voice rang out. "Enough!"
The energy in the room dissipated instantly, the elements fading as we all pulled back, breathing heavily. Stalkhood stepped forward, his eyes scanning each of us with a mix of approval and curiosity.
"Not bad," he said, his voice carrying a hint of satisfaction. "You four have potential. But don't get too comfortable. There's a long way to go before any of you can call yourselves masters of your Arts." He turned his gaze to me, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Lucian, I see you've got a unique approach—keep refining that. And Nikolai, Vallen, Luca… you three need to learn when to hold back and when to push forward. Balance is key."
Luca, still grinning despite the sweat running down his face, turned to me and slapped me on the shoulder. "That was awesome, man! We're gonna be an unstoppable team one day, I just know it."
I gave him a sidelong glance, my expression neutral. "We'll see," I replied, though a small part of me couldn't deny that there was something oddly refreshing about his energy—his insistence on seeing me not as an enemy, but as an ally.
Nikolai scoffed, running a hand through his hair. "You got lucky this time, Lucian," he said, though there was a hint of respect in his tone that hadn't been there before. "But next time, I'm not holding back."
Vallen nodded, his expression still serious but less guarded. "We'll all get stronger. That's the point of this, isn't it? To push each other?"
Luca nodded enthusiastically, his grin never faltering. "Exactly! Let's keep pushing—together."
I didn't respond immediately, my gaze shifting to each of them. This was different. I wasn't used to this kind of camaraderie—this idea of getting stronger together rather than just for oneself. But maybe… just maybe, there was something to it.
"Yeah," I finally said, my voice quieter, almost thoughtful. "Together."
The class ended on that note, Professor Stalkhood giving us each a nod of approval before dismissing everyone. As we left the arena, Luca fell into step beside me, his easy smile still in place.
"You know, Lucian, I think we're gonna be great friends," he said, his tone light but sincere.
I glanced at him, my expression still guarded. "You're sure of that."
"Yup," Luca replied, his grin widening. "Just a feeling."
I shook my head, a small, almost reluctant smile tugging at the corner of my lips. Maybe this class wasn't going to be so bad after all.