That night, the Iron Flame Sect was filled with excited discussions.
Kael's name was now known by every disciple.
Defeating two high-ranked inner disciples and then Seraphine Valeris had shocked the entire sect.
But Kael wasn't celebrating.
Instead, he walked alone through the quiet stone corridors of the sect.
Something was pulling him.
A strange resonance from deep underground.
The moment he had released Origin Pulse Third Form, he felt it clearly.
A call.
Like something ancient recognizing him.
Kael followed the faint feeling.
Down stairways.
Through empty hallways.
Until he reached a sealed stone door beneath the sect.
Ancient symbols covered its surface.
Symbols that glowed faintly when Kael approached.
His Origin Core pulsed.
The door trembled.
A deep voice echoed in the darkness behind it.
"The bearer of Origin…"
"…has finally arrived."
Kael stepped closer.
The symbols lit up one by one.
The stone door slowly began to open.
Inside…
A golden light shone from an ancient chamber untouched for centuries.
Kael stared at it silently.
The truth about Origin Energy was waiting inside.