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Chapter 8: The Light of Aether
🕑 Added 2025-10-02 15:41:51 +0000 UTCStanding before the colossal, humming crystal, Leo and Ashem shared a silent, mutual agreement to pretend the last five minutes of excruciating awkwardness had never happened.
After taking a moment to calm his still-racing heart, Leo looked up at the Aetheryte, a true marvel floating in the air. As a physics student, his entire education screamed that this was impossible. An object of that size and mass couldn't just hang in the air, humming with an energy that seemed to defy every law he’d ever studied. But then again, he was in a magical world, summoned from another magical world. He figured it was time to let his textbooks go.
Ashem tilted her head, her ruby eyes bright with curiosity. "I take it your world doesn't have Aetherytes?"
Seeing Leo shake his head, a genuinely excited grin spread across her face, and her long, white tail gave an involuntary, happy flick. "It's okay! I can teach you!"
She raised a hand, palm facing the crystal, and closed her eyes. "It's all about intent," she said, her voice taking on a serene, instructive tone. "Focus your mind. Feel your spirit, and then gently… extend it. Reach out until you can feel the flow of the Aether all around you. Once you connect with the crystal, it will remember you."
As she spoke, a faint, silvery light emanated from her body, and the massive Aetheryte responded with a soft, resonant glow of its own.
"See? Just like that. The resonance is complete," Ashem said, opening her eyes and looking at Leo.
"That's it?" he asked, surprised at how quickly she'd done it. "Let me try."
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to follow her instructions. Concentrate your spirit and extend it…
For a moment, there was nothing but darkness and the distant sounds of the city. Then, it was like plunging into a silent, cosmic ocean. Countless specks of light, like stars, drifted past his consciousness. He felt his spirit stretching, reaching out across an impossible distance. He focused on one speck in particular, a familiar swirl of blue and white that grew larger and clearer in the void.
Feel the flow of the Aether… he thought, pushing his senses further.
The blue speck resolved into a perfect, shining sphere. Earth. He could feel it, could sense its familiar energy signature calling to him. Was it the Marvel universe he’d been ripped from? Or the original world he’d left behind? It didn’t matter. It was home.
Just as his spirit was about to touch the planet's atmosphere, a brilliant, orange-yellow magic circle, sizzling with fiery sparks, blazed into existence, enveloping the entire planet. It was a barrier of unimaginable power. The moment his consciousness touched it, he was violently repelled, thrown back into his own body with a sickening lurch.
"Whoa!" Ashem grabbed him before he could fall, her grip surprisingly strong. "Are you okay? What were those sparks?"
Leo stumbled, his eyes flying open. He could still see the phantom image of the magical sigil fading from his vision. "That…" he gasped, his heart hammering with a fear and awe he hadn't felt since the alley. "That was the Ancient One's barrier!" He let out a shaky, incredulous laugh. "No wonder Earth is never successfully invaded in this universe. She’s on another level!"
"The Ancient One?" Ashem asked, her brow furrowed.
"She's… the Sorcerer Supreme," Leo explained. "A powerful and deeply respected mage who protects our world from mystical threats."
"It seems she mistook you for one of those threats," Ashem said with a huff. "Looks like attuning to home is off the table for now. Besides…" she gave him a concerned look. "You look pale. Let's get you back to the inn. You need to rest."
The Pendants was a colossal, circular building, its stacked levels and countless windows reminding Leo of a futuristic version of a Hakka earthen building. It was an architectural marvel, a project that would have taken decades and billions of dollars back on Earth. It was clear that nearly everyone in the Crystarium lived in this building or the identical one next to it. No wonder the Exarch had said housing was tight.
The interior of the building was kept intentionally dim. In a world cursed with endless daylight, this soft, artificial twilight was the only way people could find a sense of night and proper rest. The apartment the Exarch had arranged for them was a perfect example. The room was easily over a thousand square feet, with a single, large window that was now shuttered tight. A crystal chandelier on the ceiling cast a gentle, warm glow over the space. The thought of the oppressive, eternal brightness just outside made the quiet dimness feel as comforting as a warm blanket on a cold day.
The furniture was luxurious, potted plants added a touch of life, and in one corner, a pipe organ was softly playing a gentle, automated melody.
"Wow," Leo breathed, taking it all in. "The Exarch really rolls out the red carpet. This place is ten times nicer than any apartment I could ever afford."
Ashem nodded, looking around with an appraising eye. "It's only a little bit worse than my place back home."
Leo shot her a look. "Are you trying to be humble and failing? Some of us are still renting, you know."
She rolled her cat eyes. "Alright, alright. Let's just rest."
Lying on the impossibly soft bed, Leo found he couldn't sleep. It wasn't because Ashem was in the same room, though that was certainly a factor. His mind was a chaotic whirlwind of the day's events: the desperate flight from Hydra, the terrifying teleportation, the tragic death of the merchant, the revelations from the Exarch. It all felt like a fever dream, but the lingering ache in his muscles was all too real.
He didn't know how long he tossed and turned, but eventually, his mind began to quiet, and he drifted toward the edge of sleep. Just as he was about to slip into unconsciousness, a strange energy surged within him, as if a switch had been flipped deep in his soul.
Vaguely, he saw her again—the woman in the red mask. But this time, the mask was down, hanging around her neck like a pendant. He saw her face clearly. She had Ashem’s sharp, feline features and ruby-red eyes, but her hair and the shape of her jaw were uncannily like his own. She was a perfect, impossible fusion of them both.
She smiled at him, a knowing, gentle expression on her face, and held out her hand. In her palm was an orange-yellow crystal, the symbol of the sun glowing warmly from within. As he reached out and took it in the dream, the feeling became real.
Leo’s eyes shot open. He sat bolt upright in bed, his heart pounding not with fear, but with a wild, confused surprise. The crystal from the dream was now resting in his palm, solid and warm to the touch. He could feel an unprecedented power coursing through him, a current of energy that was both exhilarating and terrifying.
"Ashem! Ashem, wake up!" he said, shaking her shoulder. She was sprawled out on her side of the bed, a tiny trickle of drool at the corner of her mouth.
A moment later, she stirred, rubbing her sleepy eyes, her ears drooping. "Nngh… what is it?" she mumbled, sitting up. "Finally decided to make your move on the cat?"
Leo rolled his eyes. "I'll admit the thought crossed my mind earlier today, but this is a little more important."
"Tsk." The sleepiness vanished from her face instantly, replaced by sharp focus. "What happened? You look like you've seen a ghost."
He didn't answer, just held out his hand. The orange-yellow crystal with the sun symbol rested in his palm, pulsing with a gentle light.
Ashem stared at it. "This is… it looks like a job crystal."
"I saw her again," Leo said, his voice breathless with excitement. "The ancient woman with the red mask. She looks like both of us. She gave me this, and when I woke up, it was really here."
Ashem tilted her head, her brow furrowed. "Huh? I didn't see anything this time."
Leo barely heard her. "That's not even the most important part," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "I think… I think I can do something new."
He concentrated, focusing on the new well of power he could feel inside him, willing it to take shape. A faint, fiery light flickered in the air before him. Then, with a crackle of sparks, a shimmering, orange-yellow portal slowly tore open in the middle of their room.
Inside the swirling gateway was an endless void filled with flickering starlight, a window to some unknown, distant world.
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Draco Rivendare
wonder what job crystal it is? is sorcerer from marvel even possible?
