Massive pillars rose to a ceiling he couldn't see. The air was cold, heavy, and full of old power. Torches burned without wind. The floor was polished stone, so smooth it looked like glass.
They continued walking for what felt like eternity, they would walk to a particular direction and divert to another hallway, move to a darker one and appear in a light one, it felt unending, which angered Khaine more.
'If i had the powers, he would have killed these fools and run away from this place.' he thought with a sinister smile.
"What is this? Why are you doing this? Where am I?" The four men didn't answer.
One of them finally said, and Khaine could feel the weight of his gaze. "We were forced to track down whoever holds strong power," the man said finally, his voice flat. "You were one of them."
"How did this happen?! I don't have any fucking powers now could you please let me go to wherever I came from, I'm not anything, just an ordinary human." He thundered receiving silence from them.
"You have a powerful sacred gear." The same one who explained to him said again. Khaine heart hammered.
"What do you mean?" Khaine asked. "I don't understand."
The man didn't look at him.
"You are not ordinary," the man said. "And you are not safe out there." Khaine shook his head, confused and terrified.
"Why did you come to this place, which i have never seen? Why not take me by car? Why bring me through a portal."
The guard's eyes narrowed. "The place is secretive," he said, his voice hard. "...and no one can easily find out about this place." Khaine opened his mouth to ask another question. The guard raised a hand.
The world blurred again, Khaine vision faded, he tried to speak, but the darkness swallowed his words. He was now on the ground facing where the masters of each rank stood. F-rank, E-rank, D-rank,
He woke up in a hall that felt like it had been built for gods. Massive pillars rose into darkness. Torches burned without wind. The air was cold and heavy.
The masters of the Academy stood in a line at the far end of the hall. Their faces were expressionless. Their eyes were trained to look for power.
Khaine tried to stand, but his legs shook. "Where am I?" he whispered. The hall remained silent.
Then a voice spoke, calm and distant. "Khaine Morvex," the female voice said, her voice was authoritative, like a thunder in silence, echoing with an unyielding commanding reverence. "You have been found."
Khaine swallowed. "Who are you?" The voice did not answer directly.
"Inside you is a Sacred Gear," she said. "A relic of an ancient beast. Sealed inside your body."
Khaine chest tightened. The pressure inside him rose like a heartbeat. "I don't understand," he whispered.
The voice continued, like a sentence delivered from above. "You will be trained. If you fail to control it, you will be killed."
Khaine looked around, desperate for who was going to interpret this riddle his ears had never heard. "Why me?" he asked.
There was silence, then the voice asked the masters, "Who will take him?"
'Why is this person ignoring me who the fuck would dare to do that, why isn't this person face not seen but the voice can be heard from every corners of the hall.' He thought.Until one man stepped forward.
He was tall, handsomely built, sharp and cold. The A-ranked master. He looked at Khaine like he was a weapon waiting to be tested. "I will take him," the master said.
Khaine voice trembled. "Why me?" he asked the unknown voice again, but the master answered like he was the one Khaine was talking to.
The master's eyes narrowed. "Because If you have control over the sacred gear, you will be the strongest amongst my group." He turned his head slightly, addressing the unseen voice.
"I choose him." The voice replied, quiet and final.
"Accepted, but remember, you'll have to kill him yourself when he loses control." the voice said.
The master nodded and looked back at Khaine. Khaine stared back, feeling the pressure inside his chest grow stronger. "Are you fuckin agreeing to that shit!" He scoffed and continued, "I'm leaving," he tried to stand but fell back on the ground his eyes closing instantly.
When his eyes flickered open, he didn't see the massive hall, he didn't see the masters, he saw white, the ceiling was clean and bright. The air smelled of medicine.
He was lying on a narrow bed, his body ached, his bruises throbbed. His throat was dry, and the shock of the last few hours made his head spin.
A nurse was packing her bag by the bed, she didn't look at him. "Where am I?" Khaine asked, voice raw.
"The infirmary," she said without emotion. Khaine tried to sit up, but his muscles refused.
"Easy," the nurse said, still packing. ""You are just recovering." Before he could answer, the door opened.
A man walked in, the Master of A-rank. The kind of person who didn't need to fight to win.
Khaine stared at him. The man looked at Khaine like he was inspecting a broken tool. "Don't try to move," the master said. "Lay back."
Khaine's jaw clenched. "I want to stand," he said, pushing his body upward. The master's eyes narrowed.
"You will do as you're told," he said calmly. "Ask your questions. But stay down." Khaine hesitated.
Then, because he had nothing left to lose, he obeyed. He lay back, the master sat beside him and let out a slow sigh. "This might be the hardest person I've trained," he said, voice quiet.
Khaine stared at him, tired and angry. "Why?" he asked. The master's gaze didn't leave Khaine's face.
"Because you don't want this," he said. "And you'll make it difficult." Khaine's eyes widened.
"What do you mean I don't want it?" Khaine snapped. "I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask for any of it!" The master leaned forward.
"Then tell me," he said, voice low. "Why are you here?" Khaine swallowed.
He thought of the guards dragging him. The portal. The massive academy. Didn't this man know what happened.
"I didn't come here of my own will, the guards brought me here, don't you know that already?" He scoffed. "I want to go back," he said. "I want my goddamn normal life."