I could feel the subtle shift in the magical atmosphere as the light spirits began their blessing. Reinhart's body glowed softly, the aura around him shimmering in hues of pure white light. His breathing steadied, and I could see the shift in his energy. He was changing, evolving into something greater.
The spirits didn't just appear for show; they had responded to my call and were bestowing their power onto him. It was more than just a blessing. It was an initiation. He was becoming the Chosen Hero, exactly as I had planned.
For a moment, I simply watched, allowing the display of power to wash over us. The spirits, in their magnificent glory, seemed to recognize my influence — their patron deity.
Reinhart's transformation was nothing short of spectacular. I was not only backing him up with my own power but now, he had the might of the light spirits behind him.
Then, in the midst of the radiant glow and shimmering spirits, one of them stepped forward — a Superior Light Spirit, her form ethereal and blindingly beautiful, radiating the pure essence of light. Her voice was soft yet carried an undeniable authority as she addressed Reinhart:
"Hero Reinhart, I shall grant you my blessing. You carry the heart of a true hero... and your connection to our patron deity cannot be ignored."
A pulse of golden light surrounded her, and then flowed straight into Reinhart, wrapping around his body like a cocoon. His figure was bathed in radiance, light swirling around him as if the world itself recognized his ascension.
Suddenly, a ding echoed in my head — Mimir.
"Lad, listen up. This Reinhart has now fulfilled the conditions for the Hero Egg. He's no longer just a high human. The Hero Egg has manifested within him — Reinhart has officially become a Chosen Hero."
A wave of overwhelming energy surged from Reinhart's body. I squinted slightly, not from discomfort but in awe. The entire chamber trembled, not from instability — but from respect.
His aura now… it wasn't the same.
"Lad," Mimir continued, "as he is now, Reinhart has jumped leagues in power. He's a certified disaster-class threat — easily equal to an unawakened Demon Lord. And that's just the beginning. Once he awakens as a True Chosen Hero… he'll stand toe-to-toe with True Demon Lords."
"Oh, and one more thing…"
I raised a brow. There's more?
"His Unique Skill, Astral Edge — it's evolved."
"It's now an Ultimate Skill."
My eyes widened slightly at that.
"Astral Edge," Mimir explained, "is now on a whole different level. It still ignores all defenses, but now… it even slices through causality, bypassing resistances, barriers, and even fate-based protections. There's no such thing as absolute defense against him anymore."
Reinhart slowly stood up, his eyes glowing faintly with golden light, the air around him calm yet dangerous — like a blade sheathed but ever-present. His body pulsed with divine energy, his very existence now aligned with something far beyond mortal.
Zalario let out a low whistle.Karlos actually muttered, "So this… this is what a Chosen Hero looks like."
Even Ramiris blinked. "Oi, did I just help create the next walking catastrophe?"
I just smiled.
"Congratulations, Reinhart." I stepped forward, placing a hand on his shoulder. "From today onward… you're no longer just my knight. You're the blade of the light — the Chosen Hero of this era."
Reinhart looked at me, awe and respect in his eyes, before kneeling down once more — not as a servant, but as someone acknowledging the bond between us.
"I vow… to wield this power not just for glory, but for the world you envision, Lord Velsun."
A part of me couldn't help but smirk.
Another piece on the board just ascended to godhood.
Mimir's voice echoed once more in my mind, calm but clearly impressed:
"And one more thing, lad… his silver blade — it's evolved."
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
"It's no longer a mere Unique-grade weapon. That blade has now reached Legendary-grade. The infusion of the Hero Egg, the Spirit Queen's blessing, and the acknowledgment of the Superior Light Spirit — all of it catalyzed its growth."
"If Reinhart awakens fully as a True Chosen Hero, there's a high probability that blade will evolve into a God-grade weapon. At that point, it'll be capable of slaying even true catastrophes, divine beings, or demon lords aswell— provided the intent is just."
I couldn't help the subtle, satisfied smirk tugging at my lips.
I turned toward Reinhart, who was still gripping his newly evolved weapon. The silver gleam it once had was now suffused with intricate glowing etchings, shifting patterns dancing across the blade's surface like celestial runes. The air warped around the weapon, responding to its sheer presence.
Zalario leaned in and whispered, "That sword… it feels alive."
Karlos muttered, "Legendary-grade… so easily? That's absurd…"
Even Ramiris tilted her head, blinking at the blade, "Huh? It evolved that fast? Okay… now that's not normal."
Reinhart slowly stood, holding the blade with newfound reverence. His voice was quiet but resolute.
"This sword… it feels like it recognizes me now."
I nodded, stepping closer, "Because now, it does. It no longer sees you as someone trying to prove themselves. It sees you as its rightful wielder — the Chosen Hero it was waiting for."
His aura flared again — strong, brilliant, yet controlled. He was no longer the knight who followed behind me…
Now, Reinhart was a force in his own right.
And I couldn't help but ask.
"So, Reinhart, I can tell your unique skill has evolved. What's it called now?"
Reinhart turned to face me, still gripping his gleaming silver blade — now Legendary-grade — as threads of radiant energy softly curled around him. His eyes glowed faintly, his presence more refined, honed… dangerous.
He glanced down at his hand, then met my gaze with a small, confident smile.
"It's called..." he said, his voice steady and calm, "Ultimate Skill: Astral Sovereign Edge."
A subtle pulse of light erupted from his body as the name was spoken, causing even Ramiris to widen her eyes.
Karlos muttered, "Astral Sovereign Edge…? That's a terrifying name…"
I crossed my arms, intrigued. "So… what does it do now? I assume it's more than just ignoring defense?"
Reinhart nodded. "Yes, my lord. Its core function — the power to bypass all forms of defense — has evolved. But now, it's more than just piercing armor or barriers."
He raised his hand, and in an instant, his blade shimmered with celestial brilliance as glowing lines of constellations flickered across it.
"Astral Sovereign Edge now allows me to:
Ignore all forms of defense — physical, magical, conceptual, or even absolute.
Strike across space itself — attacking distant targets instantly without needing to move.
Inflict Astral Burn — a lingering divine damage that corrupts anything false or evil.
And…" — he looked down at his sword, humbled — "It now evolves with my will. The stronger my resolve to protect or fight for justice, the stronger the blade becomes."
Zalario let out a low whistle. "It's not just a weapon anymore. It's a will incarnate."
Even Ramiris crossed her arms, tapping her cheek. "Tch… so that's what a Chosen Hero looks like now? You sure you didn't mess with fate, Velsun?"
I just smiled. "I merely lit the path. He chose to walk it."
I turned towards Ramiris, feeling a surge of genuine gratitude. A smile spread across my face, one that wasn't just forced or masked by my usual confidence. It was real, heartfelt.
"Thank you so much, Ramiris. I really appreciate your help. If in the near future you ever need anything from me, call upon me. It's my promise."
Ramiris blinked — clearly not used to that level of sincerity.
Her wings fluttered for a moment as her pouty expression softened, and she crossed her arms, a bit flustered. "Hmph… d-don't get all mushy on me now, Velsun!"
But even as she said that, I noticed her cheeks tinge pink and the faintest smile tug at her lips.
"You're not like your brother, you know…" She muttered, just loud enough for me to catch. "Veldanava always acted like a big, unreachable god. But you…" She looked up at me, her expression softer now, more thoughtful, "…you actually thank people."
I chuckled lightly and nodded. "That's because I know how important it is to value the people who stand with me. Especially one of the strongest spirit queens in existence."
Ramiris straightened at that, clearly trying to hide how flattered she was. "W-Well… of course! I am amazing! A genius, even! So don't you forget it!"
I placed a hand gently over my chest. "Never. And I meant it — if anything happens, and you need me… I'll be there."
Her wings gave a small flutter as she floated in the air, suddenly avoiding my gaze. "Geez, you're way too smooth for a dragon…"
Karlos chuckled. Zalario smirked. Reinhart just looked respectfully confused.
But for a moment — in that glowing, spirit-rich chamber deep in the labyrinth — there was peace, laughter, and a connection formed between gods, heroes, and ancient spirits.
And as I looked at Reinhart, now bearing the light of a true Chosen Hero, I knew…
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