Adlet moved before the word had fully left Polo’s mouth.
The mountain was coming apart beneath them.
Stone trembled under every step, fractures racing across the slope as the colossal Rokh’s cries rolled down the cliffs in thunderous waves. Each roar carried enough fury to make the air itself shudder, as though the sky resented their escape.
Above them, something immense collided again—light flashing through the clouds like distant lightning.
Polo gathered Linoa’s limp body into his tentacles with astonishing care. The four appendages coiled around her in layered loops, constantly adjusting, absorbing every jolt as he broke into a sprint despite the chaos.
“Stay close!” he shouted.
Adlet followed instantly, boots striking hard against the dust-coated path as they raced downward. Pebbles scattered beneath their feet, vanishing into the endless drop beside them. One mistake—one slip—and the mountain would claim them long before the battle above could.
He didn’t look down.
Linoa hung motionless in Polo’s grasp.
That was all that mattered.
“Linoa… hey—Linoa.” Adlet leaned closer as they ran, breath tearing from his lungs. “Come on. Wake up. Say something.”
No response.
Her head shifted weakly with the motion, strands of hair brushing her face, but her eyes remained closed.
Fear tightened around his chest.
The sky exploded again.
A shockwave slammed down the mountainside like a falling wall. Adlet raised an arm instinctively as dust and shards of stone blasted past him, the force nearly knocking him off balance.
He risked a glance over his shoulder.
High near the summit, Lucien and the Rokh Falcon clashed amid spiraling storms of Aura—gold and white lights colliding in vast arcs that split the clouds apart. Every impact echoed like a dying star, shaking the heavens themselves.
Adlet swallowed hard.
Then he ran faster.
Minutes passed—perhaps more. Time had dissolved into a frantic blur of footsteps, falling dust, and distant thunder from the battle above.
Then Linoa’s eyelashes trembled.
A faint breath escaped her lips. Her fingers twitched weakly against Polo’s coils before her eyes slowly cracked open, unfocused at first, as if she were still searching for the sky she had fallen through.
Her voice came out barely louder than the wind.
“…Did I… succeed?”
Adlet nearly missed a step.
Relief hit him so suddenly his knees felt weak. “Yeah,” he said quickly, breath uneven. “Yeah, you did. You were incredible. You… you won, Linoa. You have a rank-5 Guardian now.”
For a moment she simply breathed, as though the words needed time to reach her.
Then a small smile formed on her pale lips—fragile, almost disbelieving.
“Then… everything wasn’t in vain.”
The tension in Adlet’s chest tightened instead of easing.
“You don’t need to talk,” Polo said gently. His tentacles shifted again, adjusting their grip with meticulous care, cushioning her head as loose stones rattled beneath their hurried descent. “We’re getting you somewhere safe. Just rest. Your body needs it.”
He hesitated, voice lowering.
“I just hope Lucien makes it out…”
The distant sky answered with another muted tremor.
Linoa slowly shook her head, eyes drifting half-closed again.
“Don’t worry…” she murmured. “Lucien is very strong. He’ll join us soon.”
There was no doubt in her voice.
No fear.
Only quiet certainty.
Adlet wished he could believe it as easily as she did.
He glanced once more toward the summit—toward the flashes of light still tearing the clouds apart—and felt unease settle deeper in his chest.
Then he forced himself to look forward and kept running.
For hours they descended.
Step after step, the mountain stretched endlessly beneath them, the path winding through fractured stone and drifting dust. Far above, distant tremors continued to ripple down the slopes, each one a fading echo of the battle still raging near the summit.
The oppressive Aura that had once suffocated the island was slowly thinning, peeling away like a storm finally losing strength. Yet faint pulses still traveled through the ground, subtle vibrations that reminded them the conflict had not truly ended.
Not a single Apex crossed their path.
No distant cries.
No hunting shadows.
Only silence.
“They all felt it,” Polo said quietly after a long while. His voice seemed almost reluctant to disturb the stillness. “No creature will come near a fight like that.”
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Adlet nodded, eyes scanning the empty cliffs around them. “Yeah… makes sense.”
Even the wind felt cautious.
When they finally reached the foot of the mountain, the change was immediate. The air no longer pressed against their lungs. It was cold—heavy—but breathable in a way that felt almost unfamiliar after the suffocating heights.
For the first time since the summit, Adlet realized how exhausted he was.
His shoulders sagged as tension slowly drained from his body, leaving only aching muscles and lingering adrenaline.
“We made it…” he muttered, almost in disbelief. Then, louder: “Where do we go now?”
“Far,” Polo replied without hesitation. His tentacles tightened protectively around Linoa. “As far from here as we can.”
Adlet glanced back toward the mountain, its peak hidden behind drifting clouds still flashing faintly with distant light.
“And Lucien? How will he find us?”
For a moment, only the wind answered.
Then Linoa spoke, her voice soft, barely above a whisper, eyes still closed.
“He will… He always does.”
There was no strain in her tone. No uncertainty.
Only quiet certainty.
The conviction in her words settled over them like a weight, leaving neither Adlet nor Polo with anything to add.
Behind them, the mountain rumbled once more—low, distant, and unresolved.
They kept moving until the mountain was reduced to a dark silhouette on the horizon and the crushing pressure in the air finally lifted. Only then did they slow, scanning their surroundings in search of shelter.
They found it tucked between two jagged rock formations—a narrow alcove almost impossible to notice unless approached from the right angle. The curved stone walls blocked most of the wind and concealed any firelight from afar.
It wasn’t comfortable, but it would keep them hidden.
That was enough.
They set to work immediately.
Gathering stones. Clearing debris. Stacking dry leaves into a rough bedding. Simple, repetitive motions steadied their nerves after hours of relentless tension.
Polo lowered Linoa onto the makeshift bed with extreme care, his tentacles unwinding slowly, lingering a moment as though reluctant to let go. She barely reacted.
Adlet was already beside her.
Concern tightened his jaw as he studied her injuries—the shallow rise of her chest, the faint strain still visible across her brow.
He placed his palms near the wound.
A faint green glow slipped between his fingers, muted by the firelight.
He still didn’t know whether his healing Aura worked on anyone besides himself. Sitting idle while she suffered, however, was impossible.
His attention never left her face.
If she stirred, he would stop immediately. The energy had to vanish before anyone noticed.
The green Aura had to remain his secret.
He steadied his breathing and guided the flow carefully, keeping it small and controlled.
Minutes passed.
Her breathing gradually deepened. The tension eased from her features, and her shoulders relaxed against the bedding.
Good.
He allowed the glow to fade before exhaustion betrayed him and leaned back just as Polo returned from the darkness beyond the firelight.
The boy carried bundles of medicinal plants—dry stems, thick leaves, and small berries faintly luminous beneath the moon.
“Found what I needed,” Polo said, already kneeling by the fire. His hands moved with practiced certainty as he crushed the herbs into powder. “I’ll make a paste for the wound… and a broth to help her recover.”
He mixed the plants with water from a nearby stream and set the preparation over the flames. A bitter, earthy scent rose into the night air, strangely comforting after the chaos they had escaped.
They fed Linoa small sips of the warm broth, Adlet supporting her carefully as she swallowed. Her eyes never opened, yet a faint warmth slowly returned to her cheeks.
Outside the alcove, night settled over the island. The wind softened, and at last the distant tremors from the mountain faded into silence.
By the time the fire burned low, her breathing had become slow and even—true rest at last.
They had saved her.
For now.
A soft glow bloomed within the darkness of the alcove.
Adlet reacted instantly, Aura flaring around his skin on pure instinct—then eased as recognition followed.
Lucien stepped between the rocks, a small sphere of golden Aura hovering above his finger like a drifting lantern. Warm light spilled across the camp, painting the stone walls in shifting gold.
“You moved her somewhere safe,” he said as he approached, voice calm and steady. His gaze moved over the bedding, the herbs, the carefully arranged campfire. A faint nod followed. “Thank you.”
“It was the obvious thing to do,” Polo replied. His eyes scanned Lucien carefully. The man’s armor bore dents and scorch marks, yet his posture remained relaxed. “Are you hurt?”
Lucien smiled lightly. “Nothing worth worrying about.”
“And the Rokh?” Adlet asked, unable to keep the tension from his voice.
Lucien exhaled slowly. “Not defeated. Restrained.” His gaze drifted briefly toward the distant mountain. “Long enough for the assimilation to complete. That was always the objective.”
He knelt beside Linoa, brushing a loose strand of hair from her forehead. The stern composure he carried in battle softened almost imperceptibly.
“She did remarkably well,” he murmured. “Far beyond expectations.”
Quiet settled over the camp, broken only by the fire’s steady crackle.
Polo eventually spoke. “What happens now? How do we leave the island?”
Lucien sat back, the golden orb drifting lazily beside him. “The safest option is to wait along the coast. If our fleet remains missing long enough, another expedition will be sent.”
Adlet frowned. “How long?”
Lucien’s expression turned thoughtful. “Possibly months.”
“Months?” Adlet echoed.
A thought struck him. “Couldn’t you just carry us to Atlantis? With your wings?”
A soft chuckle escaped Lucien. “Possible, yes. Wise, no. Linoa needs time to recover, and crossing the open sea while protecting three passengers is far more dangerous than it sounds.”
Polo nodded slowly. “Then we survive here until help arrives.”
Lucien tilted his head, amusement touching his expression. “You make it sound like a sentence.”
Polo blinked. “Isn’t it?”
Lucien gestured toward the wilderness beyond the alcove, where moonlight stretched across untouched terrain.
“You’re forgetting something important,” he said. “All of you are Protectors.”
His golden light flickered softly as he continued.
“This island is extraordinary. Rare Apexes. Untouched ecosystems. Harsh conditions that force growth faster than any academy ever could.” His gaze shifted between them. “And now you have time—something few Protectors are ever given.”
The words settled heavily.
Adlet exchanged a glance with Polo.
The shipwreck.
The chaos.
The desperate struggle to survive.
They had spent so long reacting that they had forgotten why they came in the first place.
Polo, who dreamed of studying unknown creatures and plants.
Adlet, who wanted nothing more than to grow stronger, to explore, to advance along the path of a Protector.
The island was dangerous. Unpredictable. Wild.
And filled with possibility.
A slow smile formed on Adlet’s face.
Polo mirrored it almost immediately.
Between them, Lucien’s golden light pulsed gently, as though approving the unspoken decision.
“Then it’s settled,” Adlet said quietly. “We’ll use this place. We’ll grow stronger.”
Polo nodded, resolve clear in his eyes. “We won’t waste this chance.”
Lucien leaned back, satisfaction brightening his gaze. “Good. That’s exactly what I hoped you’d say.”
The fire crackled softly as the night deepened around them.
Far behind, atop Rokh Mountain, the wind still carried faint echoes of the battle that had changed everything.
What began as survival had become something else entirely.
The first step of their ascent.
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