The Omnipotent System

Selene's gaze lingered on the spot where Eren had stood moments before, her silver eyes narrowing with an intensity that rivaled the arena's earlier tension. Her delicate jaw tightened, and a faint tremor ran through her clenched fists. She remained motionless, her posture rigid, as though her body were rooted to the spot by the weight of her thoughts.

Her lips pressed into a thin line, and her shoulders lifted subtly with a deep, controlled inhale. The noise of the arena faded into the background—a dull roar compared to the thunderous determination building within her. Every fiber of her being seemed to vibrate with an unspoken promise.

Eren's performance had stirred something deep within her. Fear? No. Awe? Perhaps. But above all, it was a challenge—a call to arms for her own spirit. Her fingers twitched at her sides before curling into fists so tight her knuckles turned white.

A faint smirk tugged at the corners of her lips, but it wasn't one of mockery or scorn. It was a reflection of her fiery resolve.

Her expression shifted as she tilted her head slightly upward, her silver hair catching the dim arena light like threads of moonlight. Her eyes shimmered with an ethereal glow, her pupils reflecting not just admiration but a hunger.

The hunger to rise.

Selene straightened her posture, rolling her shoulders back as if to shrug off the invisible weight of inadequacy. A single strand of hair fell across her face, but she didn't brush it aside. Instead, she closed her eyes for a brief moment, exhaling slowly through her nose, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

When she opened her eyes again, they were alight with determination. There was no hesitation, no doubt—only a promise to herself that she would not remain an observer in the shadow of greatness.

Her thoughts spiraled into clarity, every piece of herself aligning with a singular goal.

To ascend.

Her lips parted, and though her voice was soft, it carried a weight that cut through the noise of the crowd. "If he can do it…" she whispered, the words barely audible but charged with meaning. "...then so can I."

She lowered her gaze briefly, her eyes scanning the faint marks Eren had left on the arena floor. The lingering echoes of his overwhelming aura still clung to the air like a distant storm, and Selene felt it resonate deep in her soul—not as fear, but as fuel.

As her hands loosened from their clenched state, her fingers flexed, as if testing the limits of her own strength. Her head tilted slightly, and her lips curved into a small but resolute smile.

"I'll reach the apex," she murmured, her tone firm but laced with a flicker of something more—ambition, defiance, hope. "Or I'll stand at equal footing with it."

From the stands, Kael glanced toward Selene, her earlier bravado replaced by a wary curiosity. "What's with her?"she he muttered under her breath, uneasy at the sudden shift in her demeanor.

Kaelith, however, had noticed. Her crimson eyes flicked to Selene, lingering for a moment longer than necessary. She crossed her legs and rested her chin against her hand, her sharp features betraying a faint smile.

"Interesting," Kaelith murmured, the word barely above a whisper. Her gaze shifted back to where Eren had disappeared. "Perhaps he isn't the only one to watch."

Selene's figure remained framed by the arena's dim lighting, her resolve shining brighter than any of the magic that had been displayed. As the crowd began to disperse, their chatter filled with fragmented tales of Eren's chilling performance, Selene lingered for a moment longer.

Her fingers reached out briefly to touch the air where Eren had last stood, as if trying to grasp some fragment of his strength, his aura. Her touch faltered as her hand fell to her side, but the fire in her eyes burned fiercer.

With a final glance at the arena floor, she turned on her heel, her movements fluid and deliberate, each step carrying the weight of her vow. The subtle sway of her hair and the faint ripple of her robes seemed to echo the power she intended to claim for herself.

As she walked away, her presence was quieter than Eren's, yet no less profound. Those who noticed her couldn't help but feel that they had witnessed the birth of another force to be reckoned with.

Selene didn't look back. Her gaze was fixed forward—toward the future, toward the apex.

Elsewhere

Eren stepped into the desolate field, his boots crunching against the withered grass beneath him. The sky above was a muted gray, an endless expanse of cloud that seemed to reflect the turmoil within him. His shoulders, broad yet weighed down by invisible burdens, sagged slightly as he tilted his head back. His dark eyes, usually piercing and intense, softened as they gazed at the heavens, seeking answers in the void above.

He exhaled slowly, the sound carrying a trace of weariness. "What now?" he murmured, his voice low and introspective, as if asking himself as much as the universe. His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides, the faint tremor betraying the storm of uncertainty brewing beneath his calm exterior. "What's my purpose? What am I even supposed to do from here?"

The wind whispered through the barren field, a cold, indifferent caress that did nothing to answer him. Eren's jaw tightened, his expression darkening with frustration. He took a step forward, his movements deliberate, as though trying to shake off the weight of his thoughts. But before he could take another step, a voice broke through the silence.

Deep, resonant, and laced with an authority that was impossible to ignore, it echoed in his mind more than his ears.

"Your purpose," the voice declared, sending a shiver down his spine, "is to be my Horseman."

Eren froze mid-stride, his head snapping to the side as though searching for the source. His brows furrowed, a flicker of suspicion and disbelief flashing in his eyes. His muscles tensed, his body instinctively preparing for a fight, but he saw no one in the desolate expanse.

The voice continued, calm yet commanding, carrying a weight that seemed to seep into Eren's very being. "And besides," it said, a faint trace of amusement creeping into the tone, "you have some loose ends to deal with here before heading to the Primordial Chaos Sect—my sect. There, you'll meet the rest of the Horsemen." Continue reading at m|v-l'e -NovelBin.net

Eren's lips pressed into a thin line, his breathing slowing as he processed the words. "There are more?" he muttered, his voice a mixture of curiosity and defiance. His gaze darted to the empty horizon, his sharp features set in a mask of concentration. His hands instinctively moved to his sides, fingers flexing as though grasping for a weapon that wasn't there.

"You're awfully cryptic," Eren said aloud, his tone laced with sarcasm but not devoid of the uncertainty that gnawed at him. His dark eyes scanned the horizon again, his brows knitting together as the weight of the words began to settle in his chest.

The voice chuckled, a deep, resonating sound that seemed to vibrate through the air. "You'll understand soon enough. For now, consider this an opportunity—a calling, if you will. The loose ends here await your attention, and the Primordial Chaos Sect isn't far."

Eren's expression shifted, the faintest flicker of something—hope? Determination?—crossing his features. He straightened his posture, his broad shoulders squaring as he pushed his doubts to the back of his mind.

He raised his head, his gaze fixed on the horizon now with a new intensity. "Fine," he said, his voice steady, a trace of his old confidence returning. "If there's something I need to do, I'll do it. But don't think I'll just follow blindly."

The voice was silent for a moment, as if considering his words. Then it responded, its tone tinged with faint approval. "Good. Question everything. That's the first step to truly understanding your purpose."

The wind picked up, swirling around Eren as if the very world were acknowledging the weight of the moment. His dark hair shifted slightly, framing his face as he stood there, a lone figure in the desolate field, caught between uncertainty and the pull of something far greater.

For the first time in a long while, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of Eren's lips—a smile not of amusement, but of resolve. "Let's see what these loose ends are, then," he said, his voice quiet but resolute.

He took a step forward, his movements now deliberate but no longer hesitant. The barren field seemed less desolate as he walked, as though his presence alone imbued it with purpose. Each step echoed with a quiet determination that promised the world was about to witness the rise of something—someone—unstoppable.

Elsewhere

"Time to put some trials in your path. Too bad you were chosen to be source of entertainment for us before we continue our journey."