Kibou's room feels secluded, with the sloped ceiling and exposed wooden beams giving it a cozy, hidden atmosphere. Light spills through the skylight, casting golden patches across the cluttered desk, where sketches of phantoms and half-finished projects mingle with scattered tools and books. A well-worn bed occupies one corner, covered with a thick quilt that speaks of countless nights spent studying and dreaming of adventure.

As Kibou slips into his jacket, the sound of fabric rustling fills the otherwise quiet space. Suddenly, a chill fills the room, causing him to shiver slightly. Icy air flows in as Weiss appears, her presence ethereal, hovering just above the ground with an air of grace and authority. Not far behind her, Ruby bursts in, her vibrant energy lighting up the room like a spark in the dark.

Ruby: "Hey, Kibou! Ready for another exciting day? I can't wait to show you some of my moves!"

Kibou: He glances at them, smirking slightly, his breath visible in the cold air. "A school field trip and phantom lessons from Ethan, huh? Guess I'm in for a long day."

Weiss: She raises an eyebrow, her expression playful yet serious, a hint of challenge in her eyes. "Make sure you're prepared. You'll need more than just enthusiasm to keep up with Ruby."

Ruby: She jumps in, her eyes sparkling with determination, bouncing on her heels with infectious excitement. "Oh, come on! With Kibou as our user, we'll be unstoppable! Right, Kibou?"

Kibou: "Yeah! I'm ready for whatever you two throw at me!" Kibou feels a rush of excitement, his heart racing at the thought of mastering their abilities and forging a strong bond with his phantoms. He nods, his confidence growing.

Ruby: Weiss gives a small, approving smile, and Ruby raises her weapon in the air, a burst of enthusiasm radiating from her. "Then let's go! Adventure awaits!"

As they move toward the door, the air crackles with anticipation, and Kibou's heart races with the promise of new skills and the bond he's forming with his phantoms. Together, they step out, ready to face the day ahead.

Kibou rushed out of his room, his footsteps echoing down the narrow staircase. Ruby and Weiss followed closely, their ethereal presence a quiet contrast to his hurried movement. As he reached the bottom, he stopped abruptly. Voices drifted from the main hall.

At the foot of the stairs, his uncle Kaijiro stood opposite Maxie, his father. Kaijiro was a commanding figure, his weathered features framed by a dark ponytail that hung loosely, adorned with a single braid. His piercing gaze was sharp as the blade he carried at his side, his rain-soaked clothing clinging to his muscular frame, the intricate patterns on his dark robe gleaming faintly in the dim light. He exuded an air of quiet intensity, like a storm brewing just beneath the surface.

Maxie, by contrast, seemed at ease, his warm smile masking the tension in his voice. His long black hair fell in loose waves around his shoulders, and his rugged appearance was offset by the refined cut of his vest and shirt, giving him a blend of charm and authority. The faint light from the room caught the hint of gray at his temples, a subtle reminder of the years of wisdom he carried.

Courtney suddenly appeared beside Kibou, her arm outstretched to stop him from moving further. She pressed a finger to her lips, silently signaling him to stay back and listen. Ruby and Weiss, hovering nearby, exchanged a glance, their curiosity mirroring Kibou's as they leaned closer, quietly observing the tense exchange.

Kaijiro: His voice broke the silence, low and sharp with worry. "Max, you can't be serious!" His hand rested on the hilt of his blade as if his instinct to protect was battling against his desire to reason. "Your son is putting himself in danger."

Maxie: His easy demeanor faltered for a moment, and he let out a heavy sigh. "Do you think I don't know that?" His voice carried both frustration and resignation. "But he's just like his mother."

Kibou's breath hitched at those words, his hand instinctively gripping the small sword pendant around his neck. The chill in the air deepened as Weiss and Ruby turned their attention to him, their expressions softening with concern.

Maxie: He continued, his voice quieter now, but no less firm. "He won't stop, Kaijiro. Not now that he has Ruby and Weiss as his phantoms. You've seen it yourself—he's already chosen this path."

Kaijiro: The Samurai's golden eyes narrowed, his brow furrowing as sweat dripped from his brow onto the floor. "And what if that path leads to his end? Are you ready for that, Max?"

Ruby leaned closer to Kibou, whispering in his ear with her characteristic energy, though her tone was softer this time. "Wow, they're really worried about you, huh? Guess you're pretty important to them."

Weiss nodded, her voice measured but warm. "It's not surprising. You're carrying a lot of responsibility, Kibou. They just don't want to lose you."

Kibou swallowed hard, his grip tightening on the pendant. His heart swelled with a mixture of determination and unease. Hearing his father compare him to his mother stirred something deep within him—a resolve to prove himself worthy of the trust his phantoms and family had placed in him, no matter the cost.

From their hiding spot, Courtney glanced at Kibou with a faint smirk, her tone barely above a whisper. "Guess they don't know you're eavesdropping, huh? Don't worry—I won't tell. But you'd better not let their concerns go to waste."

The air seemed to hum with unspoken tension as the conversation between Kaijiro and Maxie continued, each word laced with the weight of the past and the uncertainty of what lay ahead.

Kibou: He takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling as he clenches his fists at his sides. Stomping down the stairs with deliberate force, he throws on a wide grin to mask any lingering thoughts. "Good morning, all!" His voice is loud and cheerful as he strides into the kitchen, shoving his hands into his pockets casually, his eyes landing on his dad and uncle. "Oh, hey, Uncle Kaijiro."

Maxie: "Ah, Kibou, there you are! I was just about to wake you up, son." He steps closer, placing a firm hand on Kibou's head and ruffling his messy hair, drawing out a laugh from him. His warm smile crinkles the corners of his eyes as he steps back and gestures toward the table. "Breakfast is on the table. I need to get to work." He slings his bag over one shoulder, then leans down to wrap Kibou and Courtney in a brief, tight hug, his voice softening. "Love you, kids!"

Kibou and Courtney: In unison, their voices ring with affection. "Love you too, Dad."

Kaijiro: Sitting at the table, Kaijiro holds his coffee mug with both hands, his shoulders relaxed but his brow furrowed slightly. He takes a slow sip, his expression softening into a somber smile. "Well, I need to go as well. Training the next phantom users is work that never ceases." He sets the mug down gently, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looks between them. "Be careful of the dark phantoms, you two."

Courtney: Seated next to Kibou, she places a hand on the edge of the table, leaning forward slightly with a confident smile. "We'll be fine, Uncle, I promise." Her gaze shifts to Kibou, raising a brow in mock disapproval. "But Kibou, you need to go to school."

Kibou: Mid-bite, with his mouth full of his father's cooking, he freezes, blinking at her like a deer caught in headlights. He swallows quickly and glances at his phone, holding it up as if hoping it's broken. "Eh? It's only 7:45." He does a double-take, his eyes widening as he yells. "7:45?!?" In a flurry of movement, he scrambles to his feet, nearly knocking over his chair, and sprints upstairs. Moments later, he dashes out the door, his bag swinging behind him.

Courtney: She watches him go, shaking her head with a chuckle as she stands. Stretching her arms above her head, she adjusts her headphones before turning toward her office. "He'll never change."

Soon, we see Kibou blazing through the streets on his bike, his legs pumping furiously as if his life depended on it. Sweat beads on his forehead, and his determined expression is set like stone. Dodging cars and weaving through traffic with reckless precision, he leans sharply into a turn at the school entrance. With a skid and a flourish, he pulls off an akari slide across the courtyard, his bike screeching to a halt in a cloud of dust and gravel.

Kibou: "SAFE!" He raises both fists triumphantly before glancing at his watch, his eyes widening slightly with relief. Not wasting a second, he grabs his bag, slings it over one shoulder, and hurriedly locks his bike in the rack before sprinting toward the school building.

Meanwhile, in the classroom...

Sliver: Seated at his desk, he glances at his watch, then sighs heavily, drumming his fingers impatiently on the desk. Next to him, Ethan is hunched over, his eyes glued to a holographic projection of a fight taking place in the catacombs. "Kibou might be late."

Ethan: Without looking up, he hums in acknowledgment. "Mhm." His tone is distracted, his attention fully absorbed in the fight. His fingers tap rhythmically on the edge of the desk as he observes the battle intently.

Sliver: Raising an eyebrow, he leans over slightly to peer at Ethan's screen. His curiosity gets the better of him as he tilts his head. "Ethan, what are you even watching?" His eyes narrow as he recognizes the combatants on the display. "Oh... you're studying that invincible girl and her phantom, Pyrrha, right?"

Ethan: Nods slightly, his gaze never wavering from the fight. "Yes. Their skills are impressive, but..." He frowns, his tone growing more analytical. "Their records show no prior fights. How did they get this good? It doesn't make sense."

Just then, the door bursts open with a loud slam, and Kibou rushes in, his footsteps echoing as he barrels toward his seat. His bag flops onto the desk as he slides into the chair next to Sliver, his chest heaving from the exertion.

Kibou: "Made it!" He pumps his fist into the air triumphantly, a proud grin plastered on his face despite his disheveled appearance.

Sliver: Without missing a beat, he smacks the back of Kibou's head lightly but firmly, causing Kibou to yelp. "Barely, you idiot! What took you so long?" He glares at Kibou with a mix of irritation and amusement, crossing his arms over his chest.

Kibou: He chuckles sheepishly, scratching the back of his head as his grin widens. "I may have stayed up all night watching the phantom duels." His laugh is nervous, and his shoulders lift slightly in a half-hearted shrug. Then, his gaze catches the screen Ethan is fixated on, and his eyes light up with recognition. "So you were curious too?"

Ethan: Without glancing away from the screen, he nods slightly, his focus razor-sharp as he studies the movements of the fighters. "Yes. Like I told Sliver, there are no records of her previous fights." He frowns faintly, his eyes narrowing as he rewinds the footage to analyze a particular move. "And people don't just get that good overnight." His voice carries a tone of intrigue as he continues to scrutinize her precise and fluid movements, his fingers hovering near the controls as if ready to pause at any moment.

Sliver: Leaning back slightly in his chair, he folds his arms and raises an eyebrow at Kibou. "You're seriously staying up all night for this stuff? And you call me a nerd." He shakes his head with a smirk, glancing over at the screen himself but not fully admitting his own curiosity.

Kibou: Leaning forward in his seat with an eager grin, he clasps his hands behind his head. "Anyway, you two excited for the field trip?" His tone is light, brimming with excitement as he relishes the chance to escape the confines of the classroom.

Sliver: Glancing up from his phone, he nods slightly before holding up the device, displaying a holographic map of the city. "Yeah. I heard we're going to the energy tower in the center of town." He zooms in on a shining structure labeled "Heaven's Spear," the digital image glowing faintly in the air. "It's called the Heaven's Spear."

Ethan: Leaning back in his chair, he crosses his arms and tilts his head slightly, a sly smirk creeping onto his face. "And it's about time you greenhorns learned your phantoms' system."

Sliver and Kibou: Exchanging puzzled looks, they raise their eyebrows simultaneously, their confusion mirrored in each other's expressions. "System?"

Before Ethan can elaborate, the classroom door swings open, and the lively chatter dies down as the teacher steps in.

Mr. Crambell: Clapping his hands together with infectious energy, he beams at the students. "Hello, one and all! Are you ready to go to the Heaven's Spear?!" His booming enthusiasm sends a ripple of excitement through the room, and the class erupts in cheers. He grins, pulling a clipboard from his bag and starting roll call. "Let's get this show on the road!"

Kibou, still buzzing with energy, exchanges an excited glance with Sliver, his leg bouncing under the desk as the anticipation builds.

Soon, Kibou, Sliver, and Ethan are ushered onto the bus with their class, the excited chatter of their peers filling the air like a low, constant buzz. The vehicle rumbles to life, and the cityscape begins to blur past the windows as they drive off. Kibou slouches into his seat by the window, propping his chin on his palm. His eyes lazily follow the bustling streets outside, his mind wandering between thoughts of the field trip and the fight Ethan had been studying earlier.

The sun casts a golden glow over the city, its rays filtering through the bus windows and casting faint patterns on the seats. Fluffy white clouds drift lazily across the vivid blue sky, their shapes shifting with the breeze. Kibou's thoughts are interrupted when a sleek black limousine pulls up alongside the bus. Its polished surface gleams in the sunlight like liquid onyx, the tinted windows masking most of the interior. For a brief moment, the window closest to Kibou lowers slightly, and he catches a glimpse of Iris sitting in the back seat, her calm and composed demeanor almost radiating authority.

Kibou blinks, sitting up straighter as his eyes narrow slightly. A faint, ethereal glow flickers in his irises, like a dormant energy briefly awakening. Leaning closer to the window, he presses his palm against the glass, his gaze fixed on the limo. Iris, seemingly aware of his stare, turns her head slightly, her golden eyes locking with his for a split second before she casually looks away, unfazed.

Kibou: Muttering under his breath, his voice barely audible over the hum of the engine. "Iris? What's she doing here...?"

Beside him, Sliver, who had been scrolling through his phone, notices Kibou's sudden focus and follows his gaze. He leans over slightly, squinting at the limo through the sunlight streaming into the bus.

Sliver: Raising an eyebrow, his tone mildly curious. "Is that someone you know? Why's she in a limo, and why's it tailing us?"

Ethan: Leaning back in his seat with a relaxed, almost dismissive air, his arms crossed behind his head. "She probably has her own business. People like her always do. Don't overthink it."

Kibou doesn't reply immediately, his glowing eyes fixed on the limo as it cruises alongside the bus with unsettling precision. His fingers tap lightly against the window frame, a subconscious habit betraying his unease. A faint hum of tension hangs in the air as the limo smoothly accelerates, pulling ahead of the bus and vanishing into the distance, as if the encounter was never meant to last.

The bus jolts slightly as it takes a sharp turn, breaking Kibou's concentration. He leans back in his seat, rubbing the back of his neck as though trying to shake off the strange feeling in his gut. Sliver notices the tension in his friend's expression but doesn't press the matter.

The bus pulls to a smooth stop in front of the Heaven's Spear, and the students begin to disembark, chattering excitedly as they spill out onto the sidewalk. Kibou stands at the front of the group, his eyes locking onto the towering structure before him. The Heaven's Spear rises into the sky, a gleaming spire of glass and steel that reflects the sun's rays in a dazzling array of colors. At its peak, a vibrant, rainbow-like glow pulses and shimmers, radiating outward in all directions. It's a symbol of human achievement and a constant reminder of his mother's legacy.

Kibou remains still for a moment, lost in the sight of it. This tower, this monumental achievement, was built on the dreams and vision of one person—his mother, Rios Gravewalker. It stands as a beacon of progress and clean energy, something that powered the entire city. She made it all possible. And yet, that vibrant glow, while breathtaking, feels almost bittersweet now.

Kibou: His voice barely a whisper, filled with awe. "The Heaven's Spear... it's even bigger than I remember."

Sliver, walking beside him, nods with an air of quiet respect as he surveys the tower.

Sliver: His tone a mix of reverence and admiration. "It should be. It's the heart of the city. And it wouldn't exist if it weren't for your mom. Rios Gravewalker. She gave everything for this place."

Ethan: His hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, his tone serious but not without respect. "Yeah. She was the Phantom Champion—the number one. She was the driving force behind all of this. Without her, the energy systems here wouldn't be what they are now."

Kibou's throat tightens, the weight of their words sinking deep. He knows the truth of it—the city, the technology, the energy they rely on every day—it's all a direct result of his mother's work, her sacrifice. But she's gone now, and though her name still holds power, there's a stark void left in her absence. His chest feels heavy as he steps forward, his eyes drifting toward the grand lobby of the Heaven's Spear.

Inside, the first thing that catches Kibou's eye is a grand statue—a striking, lifelike representation of Rios Gravewalker. The marble gleams under the soft light of the lobby, capturing her fierce beauty and undeniable presence. She's immortalized in the moment of her greatest triumph: poised and unyielding, standing tall with Summer Rose, her Phantom, at her side, their connection unspoken but clear to anyone who looks. The statue captures her energy, her passion, her essence—a woman who changed the world, and a mother who left behind a legacy that would never fade.

Kibou steps closer, his breath catching in his throat. His fingers instinctively go to the pendant around his neck, a gift from his mother, now the only piece of her that he has left. His eyes linger on the statue, tracing every curve, every detail, and for a moment, he almost feels as though she's there with him, watching over him like she always did.

Kibou: Softly, almost to himself, with a quiet reverence. "Mom... you really did change everything, didn't you?"

Sliver, ever observant, notices the tension in Kibou's posture and steps closer, placing a hand gently on his shoulder. His voice is firm but filled with compassion.

Sliver: "Yeah, she did. More than any of us could've imagined. The city thrives because of her. And even though she's gone, her legacy is everywhere. People still talk about her. You've got a big pair of shoes to fill, Kibou. But you're not alone in that. You never will be."

Ethan nods in agreement, though his gaze remains fixed on the statue as if he, too, is paying silent respect.

Ethan: "She wasn't just some champion, Kibou. She was a force. The best of the best. No one will ever take her place, not truly. Kaijiro might have inherited the title of number one by default after her death, but... that doesn't mean he's in her league."

Kibou nods quietly, his heart heavy with emotion. He knows all too well that Kaijiro's rise to the top wasn't a victory earned—it was a consequence of loss. Rios Gravewalker, his mother, was irreplaceable. No matter how skilled Kaijiro was, no one could ever fill the void she left. The energy of the tower around them hums softly, like the beating heart of the city, a constant reminder of her brilliant mind and unmatched will.

As the students begin to gather, Kibou reluctantly turns away from the statue, but not without one final, lingering glance. He promises himself that he'll honor her memory—not just as his mother, but as a pioneer, a hero. He'll carry her legacy forward, even if he doesn't know exactly how just yet.

Their teacher calls the group together, and Kibou falls into step with Sliver and Ethan, the heaviness in his chest still there but softened by the quiet support of his friends.

Iris stood before the students, her presence commanding their attention. She was dressed in a sharp, tailored suit that highlighted her poised, authoritative demeanor. Her black blazer, perfectly fitted, accentuated her slim frame, while her white shirt underneath was crisp and immaculate. Her dark pants were pressed to perfection, and polished shoes gleamed under the overhead lights. The subtle glow of her cufflinks reflected an ethereal light as she adjusted them, her icy blue eyes scanning the students with a calculating gaze, as though assessing their every move. Her posture was impeccable—every inch of her radiated both power and professionalism.

Mr. Campbell, standing beside her, cleared his throat to capture the students' attention. "Now, students, this is our tour guide for the Heaven's Spear, Iris Yggdrasil, the daughter of the founder of the Vanguard Circle."

A ripple of murmurs spread across the class at the mention of the Vanguard Circle, a name that carried immense weight. Iris didn't acknowledge the praise, maintaining her stoic expression. Instead, she addressed the group in a voice that was cool, but filled with an underlying authority.

"It is a pleasure meeting all of you," Iris said, her voice smooth, almost clinical in its precision. She fixed her cufflinks once more before continuing. "The Vanguard Circle has brought me here to show you our... well, I call it a trinket, but you would call it life-saving."

She paused, her eyes briefly flicking over the students before adding, "Come along now, Phantom Users, and keep your phantoms away from you. This place sucks up energy like a sponge."

The students, each one taken aback by her statement, fell into line behind her. Kibou, however, found himself focused on something else entirely. As he followed her, his senses couldn't pick up on Cinder, Iris's phantom, at all. It was as if she didn't exist in the same way as the others—like she was intangible, a shadow hidden beneath the veil of Iris herself.

Outside, the low rumble of a limo engine could be heard as it pulled up to the entrance of the Heaven's Spear. A sleek, black vehicle came to a smooth stop, and the door opened to reveal a girl in a military-style uniform with a logo proudly emblazoned on her shoulder. Her posture exuded confidence as she stepped out, her eyes briefly scanning the surroundings before she made her way towards the entrance, clearly a person of importance.

Iris, undisturbed by the arrival, led the students down a long hallway. The structure of the Heaven's Spear was impressive, its sleek, futuristic architecture standing in stark contrast to the ancient energy it contained. As they moved deeper, Iris spoke again, her voice carrying through the hall.

"Say hello to the Heaven's Spear, the cleanest energy plant known to humanity," she said, a slight emphasis on the last part, as if daring anyone to question it. "It runs on phantom energy."

A curious student raised their hand, eager to know more. "How does it do that?"

Iris turned around to face the class, her gaze steady. "Simple. Ever noticed how, when you duel with your phantoms, you use flashy finishers made by your bond with them?"

Kibou's mind immediately began to race, and he couldn't help but recall the many times he and Ruby had unleashed a finishing blow to take down dark phantoms, and how Sliver and Ethan had done the same with their own phantoms. The thought of those moments sparked a few lingering memories of those intense battles.

"Well," Iris continued, "those finishers actually create a type of energy we call Momentum. It's a very powerful force, and even the weakest finisher creates that energy as an aftereffect. We harness this energy, and that's how this entire country runs on phantom energy."

Kibou, deep in thought, muttered under his breath, "So, it's a cycle..." He could almost picture the flow of energy—phantoms creating power, which was then used to fuel the world in turn, like a never-ending loop.

Iris didn't respond to his mutter, but the faintest smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. She wasn't one to miss the implications of his statement, though she chose to leave it unspoken for the moment, allowing her students to process the enormity of what they were witnessing.

Iris stood poised in front of the elevator, her figure sharp against the sleek metal of the lift's interior. She wore a tailored suit, every seam and stitch perfectly in place, exuding an air of refined elegance and professionalism. The faint click of her heels echoed in the otherwise quiet elevator as she glanced briefly at the students before turning back to the control panel. With practiced fluidity, she input a code into the touchpad, her fingers moving with confidence, as though the action was second nature to her.

The elevator hummed as it began its climb, a smooth ascent that felt almost weightless. Iris remained still, her expression cool and collected, her eyes scanning the faces of the students. She could tell they were already impressed by the view, even though they had yet to step out onto the observation deck. Her lips curled slightly into a knowing smile. Iris always relished moments like this—when she could guide others through something extraordinary, showing them a new perspective on the world they lived in.

"Phantoms make the world go 'round, that's why we call it momentum," she said, her voice smooth and authoritative, her tone layered with both pride and a quiet intensity. She wasn't just speaking about the energy harnessed in the building—they were part of something larger, a mechanism that powered not only the city but the world. The significance of it was something she never let slip from her grasp. She wanted her students to understand the magnitude of what they were standing on the precipice of, to know how the very forces they wielded could change the course of history.

The elevator gave a small jolt as it reached its destination, the soft chime of the bell signaling their arrival. The doors opened to reveal a breathtaking view. The class stood, awestruck, for a moment, their eyes wide as they took in the panoramic view from the top of the Heaven's Spear. The city sprawled beneath them like a patchwork quilt, buildings and streets stretching in every direction. But at the center of it all, the Heaven's Spear loomed—its spire shining with a soft, radiant glow, an elegant contrast against the backdrop of the clear sky. The tower was far more than just an energy plant. It was a symbol of progress, of humanity's capacity to innovate and thrive.

Mr. Campbell, who had been relatively quiet up until now, broke the reverence of the moment. "Alright, students," he said, raising his voice to gather their attention, "we'll be staying here for lunch. Afterward, we'll continue with the tour."

There was a hum of excitement among the students as they filed out of the elevator, their minds still reeling from the view. Kibou, however, was less distracted. He had been paying close attention to the details of the building, to the underlying currents of energy in the air, trying to make sense of it all.

As the group moved toward the observation windows, Ethan stepped forward, his usual relaxed demeanor replaced with a look of quiet curiosity. He approached Iris, his voice low and almost suspicious. "When were you going to tell us?"

Iris didn't seem phased by his question. She glanced at him with an amused raise of her eyebrow, her expression one of playful innocence. "Tell you what, champion?" she asked, her tone dripping with casual intrigue.

Kibou, his brow furrowed in mild disbelief, took a step closer and interjected, his voice tinged with a mix of confusion and realization. "That you're the freaking founder's daughter?"

Iris's smile, already knowing, never faltered. She turned slightly, brushing a stray lock of her dark hair behind her ear, and then gave them a nonchalant shrug. "Oh, I simply forgot," she said, as if the matter was of little importance to her, as though it were just another trivial detail in her otherwise busy life.

Sliver, always the more direct and calculated of the three, couldn't let it slide so easily. His eyes narrowed slightly, his voice dropping in volume but not in seriousness. "What's your game plan here, Iris?"

Iris's face softened slightly as she sighed, the corners of her mouth pulling down just a little. She had anticipated this moment—her connection to the Vanguard Circle was no secret, but to have her heritage pointed out so bluntly in front of the class was different. Still, she handled it with grace. She paused for a moment, letting the silence stretch between them as she looked at each of them in turn. The weight of her words would carry far, and she knew it.

"I want to sponsor you three for the Artemis Tournament," Iris said, her voice steady but laced with purpose. She knew the power of those words, and the effect they would have on the group. The Artemis Tournament was a legendary event, one where only the most skilled Phantom Users were invited to compete—where glory, prestige, and influence were won through feats of incredible strength and strategy. And for someone like Iris Yggdrasil, a member of the prestigious Vanguard Circle, to offer sponsorship was an honor that many would spend years hoping to secure.

The room fell into an almost stunned silence, the reality of Iris's words settling in. Sponsorship by Iris Yggdrasil—daughter of the founder of the Vanguard Circle, the very entity that made the Heaven's Spear possible—was not something that came lightly. It was a ticket to greater things, to the kind of recognition that could change the course of their futures.

Kibou blinked, the wheels in his mind turning rapidly as he processed the offer. His connection with his phantoms was growing stronger every day, and he had seen firsthand the kind of power that could come from a deep bond. The idea of being sponsored by someone like Iris felt surreal, yet the possibilities it presented were too tempting to ignore.

Ethan, always the pragmatic one, eyed Iris carefully, as if measuring the truth in her words. He wasn't one for frivolous pursuits, but even he couldn't deny the gravity of this opportunity. A chance like this wouldn't come around again, not for any of them.

Sliver's usual cool composure remained, though a flicker of interest passed through his eyes. "So, you're offering us a chance to compete in the tournament?" he asked, his voice flat but with an undercurrent of curiosity.

Iris nodded, her smile widening slightly, though there was something more calculating behind her eyes. "Yes. And I believe the three of you have the potential to make quite an impact. You've each shown promise in your own right, and the Artemis Tournament will test that in ways you can't even imagine."

Sliver, though intrigued, remained cautious. He wasn't one to rush into anything without considering the risks. "And what's the catch?" he asked. "What do you want from us in return?"

Iris's eyes flickered with a touch of amusement, but her tone remained firm. "You need to prove yourselves first. I'll sponsor you, but only if you survive the Catacombs Contest."

Kibou's ears perked up. "The Catacombs?!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with eager excitement. The Catacombs was known across the Phantom world as a lawless, ruthless arena where fighters faced not only deadly combatants but also all manner of tricks, traps, and betrayals. There were no rules, no boundaries—only survival.

"Yes," Iris replied coolly. "The Catacombs Contest is a bloodbath. There are no rules, and any cheat can enter. But if you survive and win, I'll back you for the Artemis Tournament."

Sliver shot Kibou a glance, the worry clear in his eyes. "The Catacombs... are you sure about this, Kibou?" he asked, his tone more serious than before. "It's not just a fight—it's survival. You have no idea what kind of danger lurks there. It's not like anything we've faced before."

But Kibou was already buzzing with excitement, the thought of facing Rina Kaido—the fierce fighter they had seen when they entered the Catacombs—making his pulse race. "I don't care! I'm ready to take her on!" he declared, his grin wide. "The best fights are in the Catacombs, right? I want to see if I've got what it takes to beat someone like her!"

Sliver sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm not saying it's a bad idea, Kibou. But you need to think about the consequences. You can't just rush in there expecting to fight one person. The Catacombs will throw everything it has at you, and that includes other fighters, traps, and probably even worse. You'll need more than just strength to make it out alive."

Kibou's determination never wavered. "I know, I know. But that's exactly why I'm doing it. I want to prove I can handle anything. And I'm not backing down from Rina!"

Ethan chuckled from the sidelines, his hands resting casually in his pockets. "Well, if anyone can survive the Catacombs, it's you two. Just don't get yourselves killed, alright?"

Kibou laughed, the fire in his eyes refusing to die down. "You know me, Ethan. I'm not gonna die that easily."

Sliver shot a final glance at Iris, the weight of her offer and the perilous challenge before them sinking in. "Alright," he said, his voice steady. "We'll do it. But don't expect me to make it easy on you, Kibou."

With that, the challenge was set. The Catacombs Contest—a brutal test of survival and combat. The path was dangerous, the stakes high, but for Kibou and his friends, it was an opportunity they couldn't afford to pass up. The Artemis Tournament was within reach, and nothing, not even the Catacombs, would stand in their way.

Iris's phone buzzed urgently, the notification cutting through the silence. Her eyes darted to the screen, narrowing as the footage displayed a colossal phantom beast—a rampaging boar tearing through the lower floors. The beast was destroying everything in its path, trampling over furniture and snorting clouds of black smoke. Its eyes burned with unholy fire, and each of its steps seemed to reverberate through the building.

"Time to handle business," Iris muttered, her voice calm but laced with determination. She rose from her seat, boots clicking on the floor with purpose. As she neared the door, she felt the heavy weight of the upcoming battle. This wouldn't be a quick fight.

She pushed open the door, moving swiftly down the narrow metal staircase. Her boots echoed off the walls as she descended, each step purposeful and calculated. At the bottom, she saw the beast—a monstrous, twisted boar with tusks like jagged knives. It was charging toward the far exit, the walls buckling under its force.

Iris stopped mid-step, her posture steady, eyes narrowed. "Cinder Phantomize."

A burst of heat engulfed her, flames swirling around her body as she transformed. She became Ashes—the fusion of her and Cinder's powers, a towering figure cloaked in armor that flickered like living fire. Her eyes burned with intensity, hair crackling with embers as her fiery aura radiated outward.

Dual blades of pure flame materialized in her hands. With a sharp exhale, she twirled them gracefully, the flames intensifying around her. She took a step forward, a flash of fire trailing in her wake, and in a heartbeat, she was moving toward the beast.

The boar turned to face her, nostrils flaring as dark smoke billowed from its snout. It charged with tremendous speed, hooves slamming into the concrete, shaking the ground beneath. This was no ordinary beast—it was a creature born of dark, primal energy.

"YOU CAN CALL ME ASHES FOR YOUR LAST BREATH, MONSTER!" Iris shouted, her voice a growl of defiance.

She leapt into the air, swords raised high, and slashed downward with all her might. The boar's tusks gleamed as it spun, narrowly avoiding the strike. Its tusks, sharp and glowing with dark energy, caught the edge of her blade, sending her stumbling backward with the force of its counterattack. She regained her footing just in time to see the boar charging again, its enormous tusks glinting in the dim light.

This time, Ashes wasn't going to back down. She pushed forward, her feet a blur of motion. She summoned flame arrows, each one a blazing projectile of pure fire. They flew with deadly precision, slamming into the boar's side and shoulders. The beast roared in pain, but its fury only grew. Dark energy flared around it, the creature's eyes burning brighter as it rushed at her once more.

Ashes barely dodged the boar's tusks as they sliced through the air, their jagged points aiming for her heart. The ground shook with the boar's every movement, a shockwave of force knocking debris into the air. The air itself seemed to tremble with the intensity of its power.

The boar reared back and then lunged forward again, its tusks aimed directly for her. Ashes sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the deadly strike, but one of the boar's tendrils lashed out from its body, striking her across the chest. She was thrown back, slamming into a nearby wall, but she didn't falter. The smoky tendril burned away at her armor, but she shook it off, determined to end this fight.

The beast growled, dark smoke emanating from its form. It charged once more, the ground beneath its hooves cracking under the weight of its force. Ashes could feel the air around her heating up as the creature charged, intent on finishing her off.

This time, she wasn't going to wait. Ashes dashed forward, arms raised. She summoned larger, more volatile flame arrows, each one more powerful than the last. The air became a searing furnace as she fired them in rapid succession. They struck the boar's legs and sides, but the creature's dark aura absorbed much of the force, slowing but not halting its rampage.

The boar bellowed, shaking the earth as it charged again, its tusks crackling with red energy. Ashes could feel the immense power building in the creature. It was preparing for its final strike. She gritted her teeth.

No. She wouldn't let it.

In an explosive burst of speed, Ashes closed the distance, using her flaming arrows to deflect the tendrils that lashed at her. With a jump, she soared over the boar, landing behind it in a perfect roll. In that instant, she gathered all of her strength, both physical and phantom, into her blades. The flames around her intensified, reaching a boiling point.

The boar turned, its glowing tusks racing toward her, but Ashes was faster. She dashed in a blur of fire, leaping into the air once again. This time, she twisted mid-flight and aimed her swords directly for the creature's tusks.

There was a sickening crack as her blades connected with the tusks, and they shattered under the force of her strike. The boar let out an agonized scream, stumbling back, its energy wavering. But it wasn't defeated yet. A guttural growl rumbled from deep within it as dark tendrils erupted from its body, surging wildly. The creature was on the verge of unleashing everything it had.

Ashes wasn't going to let it. She dashed forward with a final, furious cry, plunging her swords deep into the boar's side. Flames erupted within the beast, consuming it from the inside out. The boar let out one final, agonized roar as it crumbled to the floor, its dark energy turning to ash.

Ashes stood tall, breathing heavily, the fire around her flickering as the last remnants of the beast were consumed by the inferno. The hall was still, the only sound the crackling of her flames as they slowly dissipated.

"That was a good fight," she muttered, wiping a few ashes from her armor. "But it was never going to be enough."

Iris watched as the mysterious woman, Rina Kaido, stood motionless, her sniper rifle still in hand after the effortless shot. The monster behind her crumpled to the ground with a single, clean hit. Iris's eyes narrowed with curiosity. The emblem Rina wore was unlike anything Iris had ever seen before, a combination of symbols that seemed to shimmer with a strange energy.

Iris, still in her Phantomized form, deactivated her flames with a deep breath, the last remnants of heat dissipating into the air. She stepped forward, tilting her head with a mix of intrigue and cautious respect.

"And what can I do for you today, miss?" Iris asked, her voice steady and confident, but her eyes studying Rina closely.

Rina's eyes remained cold and unblinking, her posture rigid. With practiced ease, she lowered her sniper rifle and slung it over her shoulder. There was no visible sign of satisfaction on her face, just the same impassive expression.

"I came to observe your skill," Rina replied flatly, her voice devoid of any emotion.

Iris blinked in surprise at the bluntness. She was no stranger to powerful warriors or mercenaries, but this woman exuded an aura of controlled detachment that made Iris wonder just who she was dealing with.

Her gaze flickered down to the emblem that adorned Rina's military uniform. The unfamiliar insignia—a strange combination of geometric patterns and symbols—caught Iris's attention. The design felt deliberate, purposeful, and foreign.

"Nice emblem. What's your group called?" Iris asked casually, her curiosity getting the best of her as she took a step closer.

Rina glanced at Iris with an unreadable expression, her eyes narrowing slightly. Without offering any further detail, she answered in a clipped tone, "Sorry, classified information."

Iris raised an eyebrow, impressed by the woman's professionalism. Rina's coldness seemed to match the strength she had demonstrated. Iris considered pushing for more information but decided against it. She had learned that sometimes it was better to let things unfold on their own.

With no more words, Rina turned on her heel and began to walk away, her footsteps echoing in the silent hall. Her military boots clicked against the cold floor as she moved with precise, calculated steps, completely unfazed by the chaos they had just witnessed.

Just as Rina reached the exit, a messenger approached Iris, holding out a thick folder. Iris took it with a frown, the weight of the documents feeling heavier than usual. The folder had military markings, and as she opened it, the name General Ironwood was stamped at the top of every page.

"General Ironwood," Iris muttered under her breath, piecing together the situation. She scanned the papers—military orders, surveillance reports, and other official-looking documents—until one line stood out above the rest: Immediate Assignment: Observation and Evaluation of Iris. It was clear from the tone of the document that Ironwood wasn't asking. He was demanding her cooperation, and judging by the look of it, Rina's presence had something to do with this new assignment.

"Looks like you caught the attention of someone important," Cinder's voice echoed in Iris's mind, calm and steady. "Rina Kaido, huh? Never seen someone take out a monster with such precision... or a rifle so effortlessly."

Iris allowed herself a small smile, a rare moment of appreciation for Cinder's insight. "I noticed. Not someone I want to cross. But she's not the one who concerns me."

"You're right to keep your focus, Iris. Ironwood's involved now, and you know he's not one to take lightly."

Iris nodded, her brow furrowing slightly. She closed the folder, feeling its weight in her hands. "Yeah, this just got a lot more complicated."

"Whatever happens next," Cinder's voice continued, supportive as always, "you know I've got your back. We'll figure this out together."

Iris felt a rush of gratitude for Cinder's unwavering support. With her partner by her side, she was ready for whatever came next.

"Thanks, Cinder," Iris replied softly, a genuine warmth in her voice. "You know I couldn't do this without you."

"I know you could," Cinder teased with a slight chuckle. "But I don't plan on letting you try. Now, what's the plan? We go after Ironwood, or wait for him to make his move?"

Iris considered her options for a moment. She trusted Cinder's instincts—trusted her completely. Together, they could face anything, but she needed to take this one step at a time.

"We wait for now," Iris decided, her resolve firm. "I need to see how deep this goes. We can't rush into something like this without understanding the full scope."

"Sounds like a plan," Cinder agreed. "And when you're ready, I'll be right here. You're never alone, Iris."

Iris smiled again, a true, unguarded expression as she turned her gaze back toward the exit where Rina had disappeared. With Cinder's steady presence, Iris knew that whatever the future held, they would face it together.

As she stood there, the bustling sounds of the hallway slowly began to filter through to Iris's awareness. The sharp clatter of shoes against the floor, the murmur of students chatting as they headed home for the day—it was a stark contrast to the tension that had just unfolded. The air felt heavier after Rina's departure, but for now, Iris let the hum of ordinary life wash over her.

She noticed the students from the nearby school, their voices rising in cheerful clusters as they gathered near the exits. Laughter and teasing filled the air, a reminder that life continued beyond the shadows of war and secrets. Iris's gaze swept over the crowd, but it quickly fixed on a familiar figure—Kibou.

He was walking with his usual confident, laid-back stride, his hands in his pockets as he exchanged words with his classmates. His posture was relaxed, yet there was a sense of calm strength in the way he carried himself. His infectious laugh reached her ears, drawing a soft smile to Iris's lips. Even in the chaos of the world, he seemed to radiate an energy that was simply... carefree.

The camaraderie between Kibou and his friends was evident, their interactions easy and full of life. It was a sharp contrast to the tense moments she had just experienced—her mind still buzzing with thoughts of Rina's cold professionalism and the looming presence of General Ironwood.

For a moment, Iris let herself simply watch. She admired how Kibou had changed over the years—the awkward, unsure boy she once knew had grown into someone strong, both in skill and spirit. His laughter seemed to echo in her chest, and for a fleeting second, she allowed herself the rare gift of peace amidst the storm that was always present in her world.

"You're thinking about him, aren't you?" Cinder teased, her voice slipping into Iris's thoughts like a gentle whisper, playful and knowing.

Iris's lips curled into a soft smile, her heart warming as she let her gaze linger on Kibou's retreating figure. "I'm just watching. He's grown so much," she replied, her voice low but filled with a quiet pride.

"Adorable," Cinder responded with a tone that dripped with amusement. "You're definitely soft for him."

Iris rolled her eyes, though the smile never left her face. Cinder's teasing always had a way of making her both frustrated and fond at the same time. "It's not like that."

"Oh, sure, Iris," Cinder retorted, her voice teasing. "Tell that to the way you're looking at him."

Iris couldn't help but chuckle, shaking her head as she watched Kibou and his friends disappear into the crowd. Her heart swelled a little more, but it wasn't from any romantic notion—rather, it was the quiet pride of seeing someone she cared about so much thriving in a world full of danger and uncertainty.

"I'm just proud of him," Iris said, her voice softer, the affection in her words clear. Her eyes remained fixed on the spot where Kibou had been moments ago, the soft smile still lingering on her lips.

"Mmhm," Cinder hummed knowingly, sensing the depth of Iris's feelings. "I can tell. Don't worry, Iris, I'll keep the teasing to a minimum... for now."

Iris laughed lightly, shaking her head. "I don't believe you."

"Wise choice," Cinder responded, her voice laced with a grin.

Iris smiled again, though this time it felt less like a response to Cinder's teasing and more like a reminder to herself. Even with everything going on—missions, assignments, and all the weight of her responsibilities—moments like this made it all worth it. Her family, Kibou, and even the quiet strength of her partnership with Cinder gave her the grounding she needed to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

As Kibou and his classmates vanished further down the hall, Iris stood still for a moment longer, taking a deep breath as she let the sense of contentment settle within her. She was ready. Whatever the world threw her way next, she had her partner, her friends, and the resolve to face it all.

As Iris stood there, the moment of peace hanging in the air, the world around her began to shift. The hallway, the bustle of students heading home, and the warm smile she wore all faded into the distance. The camera pulled back, rising above the school building as the sounds of the students slowly drowned out, replaced by the hum of the city beyond.

The towering skyscrapers of the city loomed ahead, their windows reflecting the fading light of the setting sun. The streets below, filled with the last remnants of traffic and bustling pedestrians, seemed unaware of the dark presence looming just beyond the skyline. High above, perched on one of the distant rooftops, a black-hooded figure watched the scene unfold.

The figure was motionless, hidden in the shadows cast by the tall structures around them. The only sound was the soft click of binoculars as they were raised to the figure's eyes. The figure's form was cloaked in darkness, their face obscured by the hood, and only the faintest glint of cold, calculating eyes could be seen.

Through the binoculars, the figure watched Iris—watched her smile as Kibou walked away with his friends, completely unaware of the looming danger.

The figure's lips twisted into a sadistic smile, one that hinted at a cruel pleasure as their voice, cold and dripping with malice, cut through the silence.

"So this Iris girl thinks she is good enough for my son?" The voice was low, venomous, and heavy with dark intentions. "Well, she did good on the scouting mission."

The figure's hands tightened on the binoculars, the grip so hard that their knuckles turned white, yet they made no sound. A subtle hint of madness radiated from their voice as they spoke again, their words dripping with the promise of violence.

"She'll be the perfect plaything. And I'll make sure she knows what happens when you get in my way."

With that, the figure slowly lowered the binoculars, their sadistic smile never fading as they turned away, disappearing into the shadows of the city, leaving nothing but the faintest whisper of danger behind.

The camera panned out one last time, the skyline of the city now a symbol of both hope and impending doom, as the quiet chill of the figure's words lingered in the air.

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Hello, everyone! It's Ryan, your resident author of this book. First off, I want to sincerely apologize for the long wait. Life has been tough and incredibly busy lately, but I'm so grateful for your patience. Your support means the world to me, and I can't thank you enough for sticking with me.

I truly hope you've enjoyed the book so far. Writing this story has been such an amazing journey for me, and knowing that you've taken the time to read it means so much. I hope it's brought some joy, excitement, or even a little escape to your day.

I also want to remind you all that no matter how hard things may seem right now, you are amazing. Life can throw some curveballs, and sometimes it feels like everything is piling on, but remember that tough times don't last forever. You are stronger than you think, and brighter days are ahead.

You matter, and there are people who care deeply about you—whether you see it or not. You're not alone, and your presence in this world makes a difference. Thank you for being you, and for sharing this journey with me. I'll do my best to publish more soon, and I hope my words can offer even a small amount of comfort during the tough times.

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