Godslayer's Legacy: THE PATH TO SUPREMACY

Rui woke the next morning to the faint hum of the estate's mana field, his body refreshed and his mind sharper than it had been in days. The warmth of the Headmaster's elixir had worked its magic, and though the memory from the night before lingered in the back of his mind, he refused to let it take root.

As he sat on the edge of his bed, sunlight filtering through the window, he clenched his fists, his silver aura flickering faintly around him. The fragmented image of the dark room and the voice whispering, "You will forget," resurfaced briefly, but Rui took a slow, steady breath and pushed it aside.

"Focus," he muttered to himself. "The past can wait. I've got work to do."

The Morning Routine

The courtyard hummed with energy as Rui began his morning exercises. The mana stabilizers embedded in the estate walls pulsed faintly, attuned to his silver mana as he struck the air in measured patterns. Each jab, each kick, felt more precise than the last, his body and mana working in sync.

The memory lingered at the edges of his thoughts like a faint whisper, but Rui's resolve was unshaken. His mental fortitude, honed through years of training and self-discipline, kept him grounded. He had learned early on that distractions—be they physical or mental—were a weakness he couldn't afford.

"You will forget…" The voice flitted through his mind again, but Rui's focus remained unbroken. He struck the air with a sharp hook, his silver aura flaring with the motion.

"Not today," he said firmly. The memory receded, leaving him in peace.

A Visitor

A sharp knock broke the tranquility of the estate, echoing through the main hall. Rui wiped his brow as he approached the door, his movements deliberate. When he opened it, he was greeted by a tall figure in dark robes embroidered with golden runes. The man's hood partially obscured his face, but his piercing amber eyes gleamed with intensity.

"Rui Kirean," the man said, his voice smooth yet commanding. "I am Telsor, your new instructor."

Rui straightened, recognizing the name from the Headmaster's briefing. "Master Telsor," he said, bowing slightly. "I've been expecting you."

Telsor's gaze swept over the estate, his expression unreadable. "The Headmaster has chosen well. This place suits you—isolated, focused, free from distractions."

Rui nodded. "It's perfect for training."

"Good," Telsor said. "You'll need it. The path ahead will be far more demanding than anything you've faced."

Rui met his gaze evenly. "I'm ready."

The First Lesson

The training grounds hummed softly as Telsor led Rui to the center of the courtyard. The mana stabilizers flared slightly, their glow syncing with Telsor's own golden aura as he gestured for Rui to stand at attention.

"Your silver mana is unique," Telsor began, his voice calm but firm. "It carries an unusual density, which gives it power but also volatility. To master it, you must first understand it. Close your eyes please."

Rui obeyed, his breathing slowing as he focused inward. His silver aura pulsed faintly around him, resonating with the steady hum of the estate.

"Feel the flow of your mana," Telsor instructed. "Where it gathers, where it hesitates. Trace its rhythm."

Rui's focus deepened, his mental clarity allowing him to sense the nuances of his aura. He detected faint fractures in the flow—small disruptions that felt foreign, but not insurmountable. The memory flickered faintly at the edges of his thoughts, but he dismissed it with practiced ease, keeping his attention on his mana.

Telsor studied him closely, nodding in approval. "Your control is strong," he said. "Few can isolate distractions as effectively as you just did."

Rui opened his eyes, his silver gaze steady. "I've had practice."

"Good," Telsor replied. "You'll need that discipline. Today, we'll begin by smoothing the disruptions in your flow. These fractures, if left unchecked, will weaken you over time."

Rui nodded, his resolve unwavering. "I'll fix them."

As the lesson continued, Rui immersed himself in the intricacies of mana manipulation. Under Telsor's guidance, he began to mend the subtle fractures in his mana, his focus unbroken and his mental fortitude unwavering.

By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, Rui stood in the courtyard once more, his silver aura steady and strong. The memory of the dark room and the voice lingered faintly in the back of his mind, but it no longer felt like a threat. It was a puzzle, one he would solve in due time.

For now, his focus was clear. His path was set.

Rui looked up at the stars, their light unwavering. "Whatever comes next," he said quietly, "I'll be ready."

The estate's mana field hummed in quiet agreement, its energy resonating with his own. As the night deepened, Rui's resolve only grew stronger. The past would not define him—only the choices he made now.