Kael sat silently in the lecture hall, his gaze distant, unfocused.
The morning lecture still echoed in his thoughts. Abyssal invaders. Spatial tears. Unknown threats.A rising tide of caution stirred beneath his calm surface. Curiosity, too—but sharpened now with wariness.
He clenched his hands beneath the desk, feeling the steady hum of mana within his body.
This world… it's ahead of anything I imagined. And I'm not at the top here. Not yet.
A sudden snap of fingers broke through his trance.
"Earth to Kael! You still with us, quiet boy?" came Reks' teasing voice.
Kael blinked. Reks was leaning in, a cocky grin on his face.
Laziel sat beside him, adjusting his lightning-synced lenses. A tiny static spark jumped from his fingers to the edge of the screen.
"We've got practicals next," Laz muttered. "Unless you're planning to meditate through those too."
Kael shook his head, a faint smile flickering across his lips. "Just lost in thought."
Reks gave him a light slap on the back. "Snap out of it. Time to see who's got real talent in this class."
Kael rose with the others, stretching slightly. "Right. Let's see."
Training Grounds – Affinity Control Assessment
The Academy's training arena was colossal, built into a ring-shaped canyon whose walls shimmered with containment runes. Dozens of instructors floated above in mage-tech armor, eyes flickering with data feeds as they monitored the students from their control towers.
A metallic voice echoed from the central spire:
"Today's practical will begin with Affinity Control and Synchronization. This is not a test of raw power—but of precision."
One by one, students stepped onto their floating platforms—hover-rings stabilized by anti-grav fields—each ready to demonstrate their control.
Sparks flared. Water spun in midair. Winds howled and danced.Above each student, translucent display panels tracked their elemental responses:
Control Rating. Output Stability. Elemental Coherence.
When Reks Valorin's name appeared, he stepped forward with a confident smirk.
He inhaled sharply—and released.
A pillar of molten fire surged upward, laced with veins of glowing magma and grounded by a swirling base of compacted stone. The air shimmered with heat, but the formation held steady. Controlled.
"Fire, Lava, and Earth triple affinity," murmured one of the hovering instructors.
"Control rating: 91%. Stabilization index: excellent."
Reks turned and bowed theatrically, steam rising from his sleeves. "Boom."
Next was Laziel Quent.
He stepped forward calmly, adjusting a bracer that pulsed with soft blue arcs. Sparks danced across his fingers.
In a flash, dual auras surged around him—lightning and wind.
Electric arcs crawled along his limbs as a swirling wind sphere formed around his body, wrapping him in a cyclone of whirring energy. Every motion synced perfectly with the bracer's readings.
"Lightning and Wind affinity. 94% Control. Exceptional threading. Minimal mana bleed."
Laziel gave no reaction, but Kael noticed the slight nod of satisfaction behind his tinted visor.
Then: Kael Ardyn.
His name lit up in gold on the display.
Whispers spread through the arena like wildfire.
"That's him…""The eleventh Omnimana user this era…""They say he controls everything…"
Kael stepped onto the platform in silence.
He closed his eyes. Slowed his breathing. Let the world fade into quiet.
Refined. Steady. Let's see how far I've come…
With a slow exhale—he released.
Mana bloomed.
Not one element. Not two.
All of them.
Wind swirled around him in a soft spiral. Lightning cracked faintly at his fingertips. A circle of earth rose beneath his feet. Flickering fire licked his shoulders. Droplets of water hovered in the air like suspended jewels. Shadows curled at his back while faint strands of light shimmered across his skin. And finally—something rare, golden, and radiant pulsed once, barely visible, like a divine heartbeat.
The arena fell utterly silent.
Monitors flashed warnings. Readings spiked into the red. Instability—yes. But control—unprecedented. For anyone else, this would be madness. For Kael… it was the beginning.
"Control rating… 58%," came the stunned voice of the assessor. "Multiple elemental types detected… beyond standard classification."
Gasps and murmurs rippled through the watching crowd.
"He's using everything...""What kind of monster—""That's Omnimana...?"
Kael stepped down from the platform without a word.
Reks gave a low whistle. "Okay, you were holding back."
Laziel simply nodded. "You're still syncing. But that was... intense."
Kael didn't answer. He glanced briefly at his hands—shaking ever so slightly.
He stilled them with a breath.
I'm not there yet. But now they've seen it. My truth.This isn't just talent. This is control. And I'll make it absolute.
"Fifty-eight percent, huh?" a quiet voice murmured from behind the veil of instructor consoles.
It wasn't a teacher.
"I started at fourteen. And they called me a prodigy back then."There was no bitterness in the speaker's tone—only quiet awe. A flicker of anticipation.
"I can't wait to meet you… Eleventh."
By the time an instructor turned, the space was empty.