Chains of Fear

The trial ended, but the shadows of the Maze followed everyone who stepped out of it.

The courtyard outside the stone arch was eerily silent. Instructors noted down survivors, recording names on their cold slates. Every tally was another corpse confirmed in the Maze, another future that had been reduced to bones.

Kael walked calmly across the courtyard, three cores resting in his palm. The glow of the Direfang’s core pulsed faintly, casting a pale light across his blood-stained hand. Whispers stirred around him like flies circling a corpse.

“That’s him… the one who killed the Direfang.”

“He came out alone… look at those cores.”

“He—he’s not normal…”

Fear was laced into every syllable, fear wrapped in awe. Kael ignored it all. His gaze was steady, cold, fixed on the instructors who received the cores one by one.

The black-cloaked examiner who had announced the trial earlier raised an eyebrow when Kael presented his spoils. “Three cores. That… is unusual.”

Kael inclined his head slightly, voice calm. “The Maze was generous.”

The instructor’s lips curved faintly, though it was not a smile—it was the hint of suspicion. “Generosity rarely bleeds so much.”

Kael did not answer. He didn’t need to. The silence itself was a blade sharper than any retort.

The instructor eventually nodded, marking something on his slate. “Accepted. You may return to your quarters.”

Kael turned, slipping away from the gathering crowd of trembling survivors. Their eyes followed him, wide and restless. He could feel their fear pressing against his back like the weight of chains.

Chains he had forged. Chains he would pull tight when the time came.

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That night, the dormitories were louder than usual. Survivors whispered in hushed voices, the walls echoing with the sounds of nightmares.

Kael’s room was quiet. He sat cross-legged on the hard bed, eyes closed, the System’s faint glow flickering behind his eyelids.

\[System Update: Survival Trial complete.]

\[Optional objective progression—5 rival eliminations registered.]

\[Rewards granted: +100 EXP. Rank advancement progress 34%.]

\[System Assessment: Host displays optimal predator instinct. Continue cultivating ruthlessness.]

Kael exhaled slowly. The System was not a companion. It was not guidance. It was a mirror—reflecting his nature back at him, sharpening it with every kill.

His body ached faintly from exertion, but pain was trivial. The only thing that mattered was progress. And progress had been made. The Maze was behind him, but it was only the first of many trials. The Academy would keep testing, keep grinding its students into dust until only the sharpest blades remained.

Kael intended to be the sharpest of them all.

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The following morning, the survivors gathered once more in the training hall. The atmosphere was heavy, thick with tension. Fewer faces than before. Dozens gone overnight.

The instructors did not speak words of condolence. They only announced standings.

“Top performer: Kael Ardyn.”

A hush spread through the hall. Dozens of eyes turned toward him. Some were filled with awe. More were filled with fear.

Kael met none of their gazes. He stood quietly, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Recognition was meaningless. Rankings were meaningless. Only survival mattered. Only strength mattered.

Yet he understood the power of perception. To the others, he was no longer just another student. He was something else—something dangerous, something untouchable.

Fear was more valuable than any weapon.

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After the announcements, whispers followed him through the corridors.

“That guy… he killed a Direfang alone.”

“Don’t go near him. He doesn’t need allies.”

“I heard he slaughtered other students too, not just beasts…”

Rumors spread faster than fire. Kael let them. He fed them nothing, denied nothing. Silence was the soil in which fear grew deepest.

A group of students blocked his path once, their leader puffing his chest, trying to mask trembling legs. “You think you’re better than us, Ardyn?”

Kael stopped. His gaze swept over them slowly, deliberately, like a butcher inspecting meat. “Better?” His voice was calm, flat, yet it carried like steel dragged across stone. “No. Just alive. Longer than you will be.”

The boy flinched, words catching in his throat. His friends shifted uneasily, their bravado withering. Kael stepped past them without another glance.

He did not need to strike them. Not yet. Fear would erode them more effectively than blades.

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That night, alone once more in his quarters, Kael stared at the faintly glowing Direfang core. Its light pulsed like a heartbeat.

He held it in his palm, cold eyes reflecting its glow. To most, this would be a prize, a trophy, proof of triumph. To him, it was nothing but a stepping stone.

Strength was the only currency that mattered. And the path to it was paved with corpses.

The Academy thought it could test him, temper him, mold him into a blade to wield. They were wrong. He would not be their weapon. He would be the hand that broke them.

The System whispered again, cold and unyielding.

\[System Reminder: Predators do not rest. Seek the next hunt.]

Kael’s lips curved faintly into something that was not quite a smile.

“Yes,” he murmured. “The hunt never ends.”

And in the silent dormitory, where whispers of fear still lingered beyond the walls, Kael Ardyn’s resolve sharpened once more.

The others dreamed of survival. He dreamed of dominion.

For the predator was no longer merely surviving. He was beginning to rule.

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