The Sanctum's towering gates loomed behind Ethan as he stepped into the bright expanse of the Great Continent. For the first time since his awakening, he felt truly grounded in this new world. The air was fresher, the sun warmer, and the vibrant energy coursing through him felt like a constant reminder of his newfound connection to the 'S' Energy Field.
Kaelith walked beside him, their staff tapping rhythmically against the stone pathway. "Now that your bond with the Field is stable, it's time for you to integrate into the larger system. This world does not wait for anyone, and your training will not be in isolation."
Ethan nodded, his mind still swirling with questions about what lay ahead. "What exactly am I supposed to do now? Am I joining a group or something?"
Kaelith's lips curved into a faint smile. "Not just any group. You'll be placed into a faction, one of many vying for control and resources on the Great Continent. Factions are essential for survival here, but they're also your training ground for mastering your power. Expect allies, rivals, and challenges."
As they descended the hill leading to a sprawling settlement, Ethan saw a mixture of old-world charm and fantastical innovation. Stone buildings were laced with glowing runes, streets bustled with people in armor and cloaks, and the air hummed with magic and technology interwoven seamlessly.
Kaelith gestured toward the central structure, a towering spire with banners of various colors fluttering in the breeze. "The Faction Hall. You'll meet the other members of your faction there. Your placement has already been decided."
Ethan's brow furrowed. "Decided by who?"
"By the Field," Kaelith said, their tone matter-of-fact. "Your abilities and potential have been evaluated, and you'll be placed accordingly. Be warned, not everyone will be pleased with your arrival."
Inside the Faction Hall, the atmosphere was tense but vibrant. Groups of individuals clustered around tables and maps, their voices a mix of strategy and banter. Ethan felt the weight of a hundred curious stares as he followed Kaelith through the hall.
"Over here," Kaelith said, leading him to a section where a group of people stood in a loose circle. A tall man with sharp features and icy blue eyes turned toward them, his posture rigid with authority.
"This is Darion Vex, one of your faction's senior members," Kaelith said, their tone even. "He'll assess your abilities and oversee your integration."
Darion's gaze flicked over Ethan, his expression unreadable. "Another new recruit," he said, his voice carrying a hint of disdain. "We'll see if you're worth the effort."
Before Ethan could respond, a young woman with auburn hair and a warm smile stepped forward. "Don't mind Darion," she said, extending a hand. "I'm Alina Velthar. Welcome to the group."
Ethan shook her hand, grateful for the friendly gesture. "Thanks. I'm Ethan."
"We know," Darion said sharply. "The Emerald Forge isn't exactly subtle. But unique abilities mean nothing without discipline."
Ethan bristled at the comment but held his tongue. Alina shot Darion a warning glance before turning back to Ethan. "Don't let him get to you. He's tough on everyone, but he's a brilliant tactician. You'll learn a lot."
Darion folded his arms. "Enough introductions. Let's see what you can do. Meet me in the sparring grounds in ten minutes. If you can't hold your own, there's no place for you here."
Kaelith placed a hand on Ethan's shoulder. "This is your first test. Show them what you're capable of."
The sparring grounds were an open space behind the hall, ringed by stone pillars etched with containment runes. Members of the faction gathered to watch, their murmurs filling the air as Ethan stepped into the circle opposite Darion.
Darion unsheathed a sleek, rune-inscribed blade that pulsed faintly with energy. "Your constructs are your weapon. Let's see if they're anything more than parlor tricks."
Ethan clenched his fists, feeling the warmth of the Emerald Forge stir within him. He closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on the emotions that fueled his power: determination, fear, and the desire to prove himself. When he opened his eyes, a green shield materialized on his left arm, and a simple spear formed in his right hand.
Darion wasted no time, lunging forward with a series of precise strikes. Ethan raised the shield, deflecting the blade with a loud clang. The impact sent a shockwave through his arm, but he held firm.
"Not bad," Darion said, his attacks relentless. "But defense won't win battles."
Ethan gritted his teeth and countered with a thrust of his spear. Darion sidestepped easily, his blade flashing as it struck the spear's shaft, shattering it into shards of green light.
"Focus," Darion barked. "Your constructs are an extension of your will. If you hesitate, they fail."
Ethan steadied his breathing, the Forge's energy swirling around him. He envisioned a heavier weapon, something that could match Darion's speed and strength. The energy responded, forming a broad-bladed axe in his hands.
Darion's eyes narrowed. "Better. Let's see if you can use it."
The next exchange was faster and fiercer. Ethan moved with growing confidence, the axe's weight and reach giving him the edge to hold his ground. He swung in a wide arc, forcing Darion to leap back.
The crowd murmured appreciatively, and Alina's encouraging cheer cut through the noise. "That's it, Ethan!"
Darion disengaged, lowering his blade. He studied Ethan for a long moment before nodding. "You're rough, but there's potential. Don't waste it."
Ethan exhaled, his constructs dissolving as the adrenaline faded. He looked at Darion, his pride tempered by exhaustion. "I won't."
As the crowd dispersed, Alina approached, her smile bright. "You did great. Better than most on their first day."
"Thanks," Ethan said, a small grin tugging at his lips. "I'll take any win I can get."
Kaelith's voice echoed in his mind as he left the sparring grounds. This is only the beginning. Stay focused, and remember—you have been chosen for a reason.